I wish I had someone close, here.
I don’t want to wear silks of a singleton,
Wooden saints: it’s not for me.
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And if I die of old age
without having a partner,
Tell me who’ll mourn a spinster.
Weeping for real at her funeral.
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I’ll stay single
although I may not want to
Who will I marry
If my body is old?
The mirror doesn’t lie
When I look into it.
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They say it’s better to be a nun
Than to be like this
Like I am, with my old dog
My parrot that cries, my one-eyed cat.
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I’m like an odd verse
without rhyme, without a pair
I’m a tormented soul counting days
I hardly have any left to count
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I’ll stay single…