I hope one day to find a guy who will fit
Just like my old Levis and grow a bit
Dearer to me each year
It seems that no matter how I try
He eludes me
I’ve thought I’d found him many times
But it never lasts and
Sometimes I’d rather die
Than part with a great dress
That’s out of style
Shamed, I must confess
I have grabbed pants right off the rack
Only to wonder why once I’ve brought them home
A fool for leather shoes, I never guessed
Such cute little things would make my feet ache
I still hope someday to meet that special one
But today, I’m just window shopping
-Deborah Hauser
