At sixteen years she was naïve.
Lived in a world of fantasy,
she was convinced that dreams come true.
But she would learn they seldom do.
By twenty two she was sure she knew.
She’d had a broken heart or two
That only fools placed trust in men.
She wouldn’t fall in love again.
But concentrate on her career
The price of love was much too dear.
She was content with single life
and had no wish to be a wife
At thirty she began to doubt.
She felt that she was missing out
on something she could not define.
She recognised the warning sign.
Reviewe her life took careful stock
What she found out came as a shock.
Though she was seen as a success
Her life was filled with loneliness.
She felt a twinge of jealousy
of friends who’d married happily
and swapped careers for motherhood.
A choice she hadn’t understood.
She realised what she must do.
She had to look at life anew
and find a man who wants a wife
A guy who’s sick of single life.
Someone who wants a family too
and make her girlish dreams come true.
It was then she met the man.
The ideal partner for her plan.
A mature man, a bachelor
a man who had been hurt before.
So when he showed some interest
she thought it would be for the best.
To let him know that she was free
and was prepared to be friendly.
That she enjoyed his company
which he accepted happily.
They saw each other socially
and with increasing frequency.
Who was the hunter, who the prey
would be impossible to say.
He popped the question she agreed.
Mother Nature’s plans succeed.
Despite the heart aches of the past.
They have fulfilled their dreams at last.
They’re married with a family.
My little tale ends happily.
Perhaps it’s true perhaps its not.
But does it matter? Not a lot.
19-May-08
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