On Being Ordinary

A girl, whose name was Leslie, made it clear to me
Quite long ago that I was not the sort of guy who'd
Get the pretty things. I was not a handsome stud.
I wasn't rich. I didn't dress impressively, and, worst
Of all, I lacked the charm which might have made up
For these other faults. I saw Leslie led away by
Some hunk wearing snappy clothes, and, over
The ensuing years, I've met other lovely women.
Not one seemed to want to spend a lot
Of time with me.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2019-01-15 at 19:19

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