Single Women Poem by Randy McClave

Single women don't really care
As they say in their nightly prayer,
When they go to bed all alone
As they wish and then they sadly moan.
They don't care if a man isn't tall
They don't care if he is small,
And they don't care if he's thin or fat
They don't care at all about that.
They don't care if he's not rich
And they don't care if he's digging a ditch,
They don't care if he's bald
Or being hairy he is always called.
They don't care if he's called ugly
Or if he doesn't like to be snugly,
They don't care whatever he drives
Or how to her he arrives.
They don't care from where he comes from
Or if that he speaks with a different tongue,
They don't care of his belief or his religion
Not even one little smidgen.
They don't care about his age
In their life thats an unwritten page,
They want someone to tightly hold
When they get tired and old.
Sadly they don't care if he's abusive
They don't care if he's intrusive,
They don't care if he puts them down
Of if her feelings and beliefs he puts drown.
They don't want to be an old maid
As they have constantly prayed,
They don't want to be known as a cat lady
At the age of eighty.
They want to stand in front of a minister
They don't want to become a spinster
And they don't care about a man's past or strife
As long as one day she'll become his wife.

Randy L. McClave