Needle In The Hay Poem by Michelle Asswit

Finding a good person in this room
Is like humming a song without a tune
It's simply impossible
Putting a smile on my face
Is like being cramped in an empty space
It's like loving this human race
It's simply impossible
I don't like to say it's like finding a needle in the hay
But that's what it's come down to and that's how it'll stay
Because finding someone worth the smile
Is clearly somewhere far, far away