I become more and more aware
as time goes on that
I don't have much to give when
it comes to finding
another person to spend life with.
I have piled against
me disadvantages like raw rubies
and nothing polished
to show to the prospective lover.
Who would want the
girl whose treasures when polished
shrink down to a single
rope of pearls out of a mountain of
the raw materials?
The weight of the raw becomes a
burden, and to polish
them to a shine I would need help.
seeking a helpmate
when you actually are needing help
feels next to impossible.