Few Among Others

We are now grown, or so I thought
Until we started telling haunting jokes again
You’ll never know true pressure
Until you’re the only single girl in your cycle
Then your age feels like bags of shame

Calling home soon turns to heart attack
My best friend is married, so I must be next
I may soon be called for prayers, to undo the hex
I’d love to talk about my new book, but it’s no boo
Success comes with gender and agenda

It must have beards and tailored suit
But not when the only nut to be tied is nuts
The most important aisle I’ll walk is happiness
They say something must be wrong with me
The only problem I have is how to complete my next script

There are eyes everywhere, judging, suggesting, demanding,
The weddings I’ve missed, are termed to stem from envy
But my coffers would strongly disagree
No longer fit for league of married friends
I’ve lost people to this thing called marriage.

Vera