Sunday Scribblings "Date"

Sunday Scribblings "Date"

Locked Up

Years have waned since I’ve had a date

Now I fear, it’s become too late

I’ve fixed myself on a simple life

With renegade thoughts of being a wife

I favor the remote placed in my hand

I prefer to do what I have planned

I enjoy my solace with peace of mind

I stay clear of folks, the menacing kind

I have friends galore, a goddess group too

I’m never bored or without things to do

I’ll admit I’m slower, not always well

I harbor my heart in a protective shell

I’m no longer willing to heed demands

Of an obstinate lover who barks commands

It’s not lonely or lavish to be on my own

No one to dictate, no one to condone

There’s joy, quiet, contentment abound

But I confess, I like a handyman around

It’s not contempt that you hear in my poem

I just desire being single with the kids in my home

But if a man were to giggle in sync with my voice

I just may weaken, reconsider my choice

When I observe many couples it's really quite rare

To see the bliss that I feel within that pair

Seriously though, it's not up for debate

I'm simply not interested in finding a mate