Seeking 2

Yet my tortured soul cries out
Am I worthy?
Do I really care?

Each day my anguish grows
Will he love me?
Will he understand?

Impatient, frustrated slowly passes time
I'll never be younger
Now is the time to act.

But my hair is uncurled and dirty
I don't like to dance
And for certain sure

I make a charming and sweet old maid.

c. 1960