A bump in my road,
I took it in my stride,
a lump as my heart plowed,
couldn’t ignore as I seek a bride;
It is good to be single,
yet can’t take down,
the for sale sign to mingle,
shaming the town’s frown;
what is my life’s worth,
that I have nothing to show,
failures toss me back and forth,
am I to seek solace from another’s low;
need to change now, I’ve had my share of the fun,
yet no remnants from those beautiful days under the sun.
Solitary Wanderer 