In my waning years, a few, maybe many, sometimes I think I’d
like to have one last shot at finding true love.
For example, that one last shot with the soulmate I never
found in this life.
And, maybe, just maybe, if she or I died first, when
the one remaining died, we’d be together forever.
But then I think what if you fell in love with a woman
and she gave you no end of misery and trouble,
and you went out of this life disappointed and pissed off?
And I cease the idealized, wishful, foolish thinking.
Bob Boyd