Rosanne Singer Poetry


Parallel Universe

Where are all the mature women today?
young men ask in despair when they meet
for drinks in a bar. Heads nod with regret,
as one by one each recounts his story

of the older woman who got away.
She was so smart, says a cute brunette.
Another recalls, I loved her gray streaks,
laugh lines. A blond demands, Where's history?

Twenty-somethings bore me, no character
in their smooth faces.
One man tears up then,
Do you think I will ever get married?

His friends say, You have so much to offer.
I hate women, he whines, hurt and jaded.
Why are all the wiser ones taken?


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