To all the men I’ve never loved
and though most of you are dead
when I look back on my life
not much good can be said.
I see your faces in my mind
and I heave a great big sigh
as I recall those looks of love
that I let pass me by.
What of me was there to love?
I was never nice to any of you.
Love, to me was for fools
and each month, the fool was new.
Today, a song reminded me
of all that I have missed
because I was young and I was dumb
and that your love, I simply dissed.
Oh how you chased me, relentlessly
and I kept running away.
Now your bones have turned to dust
when there is much, I’d like to say.
What the young don’t understand
is what I also failed to know
And that things don’t stay the same.
What we reap, so shall we sow.
The lessons I have learned
have come too late for me.
The love I never returned
was just not meant to be.
Shelby I. Courtland
©2015 Shelby I. Courtland