When the time is right

When the time is right

A Poem by Poeticpiers
"

story poem

"

 

When the time is right
 
At sixteen years she was naïve.
Lived in a world of fantasy,
 she was convinced that dreams come true.
 But she would learn they seldom do.
 
By twenty two she was sure she knew.
She’d had a broken heart or two
That only fools placed trust in men.
She wouldn’t fall in love again.
 
But concentrate on her career
The price of love was much too dear.
She was content with single life
 and had no wish to be a wife
 
At thirty she began to doubt.
She felt that she was missing out
 on something she could not define.
She recognised the warning sign.
 
Reviewe her life took careful stock
What she found out came as a shock.
Though she was seen as a success
Her life was filled with loneliness.
 
She felt a twinge of jealousy
 of friends who’d married happily
and swapped careers for motherhood.
A choice she hadn’t understood.
 
She realised what she must do.
She had to look at life anew
and find a man who wants a wife
A guy who’s sick of single life.
 
Someone who wants a family too
and make her girlish dreams come true.
 It was then she met the man.
The ideal partner for her plan.
 
A mature man, a bachelor
a man who had been hurt before.
So when he showed some interest
 she thought it would be for the best.
 
To let him know that she was free
and was prepared to be friendly.
That she enjoyed his company
which he accepted happily.
 
They saw each other socially
 and with increasing frequency.
Who was the hunter, who the prey
would be impossible to say.
 
He popped the question she agreed.
Mother Nature’s plans succeed.
Despite the heart aches of the past.
They have fulfilled their dreams at last.
 
They’re married with a family.
My little tale ends happily.
Perhaps it’s true perhaps its not.
But does it matter? Not a lot.
 
19-May-08
 
http:// blog.myspace.com/poeticpiers

© 2008 Poeticpiers


My Review

Would you like to review this Poem?
Login | Register




Reviews

What a fun write...I've never heard of a story/poem, but it makes sense and I enjoyed this from the start to the finish. I love the rhythm and the rhyme. Well done!

Posted 17 Years Ago



Share This
Email
Facebook
Twitter
Request Read Request
Add to Library My Library
Subscribe Subscribe


Stats

91 Views
1 Review
Rating
Added on May 22, 2008

Author

Poeticpiers
Poeticpiers

Near Durham city UK, United Kingdom



About
72years, young married. Ex police officer Ex social worker. interests Reading and writing poetry Painting and drawing in coloured pencil avid reader,sci fi fantasy crime. comparitive religion and esp... more..