It seems to me
Prospects of my imagination,
Every ex I meet,
Even strangers on the street!
Have found a belle
And that belle is not me.
It appears to be
A growing and knowing fact
Between all men
That autumn has become a season
Most unacceptable
To be single and free.
I’m sure you’ll agree
Although you may be quite content and happy
To a certain extent and degree,
No one wants to be lonely.
I’ll sit and wait,
Patiently,
The Dating Game is not for me,
Leaving me foolish and clumsy,
And finding guys wanting nothing more but…
great poem I am glad to see that the dating scene is as difficult as I thought.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
raw and sweet.a tender girl's opinion.loved it.