Why am I denied a dreamy playmate?
An ordinary American woman – nobody great –
Longs for a kind, loving, supportive mate.
Yet if loneliness should be my sad fate
I beseech my God for a clean slate,
What of romance in a world that hates?
True love I now actively contemplate.
If someone carries my excess freight,
Then I vow my comrades never to berate.
When I aim my arrow help me shoot straight.
Let me walk earth blessed, not an ingrate.
May I arrive at the Gates of Hell too late -
My idiosyncrasies, human flaws, kindly abate.
Still, while my final exit I await -
Help me ‘arrive’ and not just ‘skate.’