Finding a Husband is like…
Counting the grains of sand on the beach.
An unrealistic fantasy I am unable to reach.
A sadness you have to experience to teach.
Poor Harmony forever alone & unwed.
Loneliness so heavy like lead.
No offering but stale & moldy bread.
A daughter poor & unfed.
An existence unloved & eventually dead.
A love letter unopened & unread.
A broken heart ripped & bled.
Sorrow & despair mutually unfelt & unsaid.
Like counting the hair folicules on your head.
A soulmate to never share a bed.
A hunger neglected & unfed.
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