Paradox

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

But now,

I only hope my fingernails will eventually scrape

Something of worth 

Inspired by the word prompts,

YDWP;

Demure

3TC;

Once, Bottom, Missed

FOWC;

Paradox

RDP;

Compassion