Fainthearted
Fainthearted need not apply
I read from the want adds
I was wanting a change
A diversion, adventure.
Forty pounds over weight.
Sweet children all grown.
I couldn't even make me laugh.
Nothing but a baseball game
on the box across the room.
Another Lonely woman
sitting in front of the computer.
My home town lie of Denver.
The job I just don't have.
On here I can be anyone.
From anywhere. Any place.
I can even say my early is late.
I can be April or May or
Lisa Marie. Or another girl
outside your gate. Fainthearted?
Oh no! Not I. But don't expect
an application from this bored old gal.
Cause I ain't looking to be used,
abused, stolen from or die!
Copyright © Patricia Sawyer | Year Posted 2008
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