I’m scraping the bottom of the barrel
So many missed opportunities
But, that’s what I get for marrying young
And for all the wrong reasons.
Now, I’m branching out
But, times have changed since I last dated
Less compassion for a forty-something with three children.
Potential prospects wonder, what is wrong with me
What did I do?
As if I was the one who cheated…
I thought I loved her once
She was demure, but conniving and calculated
Something that took me too many years to recognize.
What a paradox
A plethora of choices when I was unavailable
I only hope my fingernails will eventually scrape
Something of worth
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