I have lived a life,
And when I look back,
I have been a dressmaker,
An actuary, an accountant,
An important executive,
A teacher, and a good one, too.
But mostly I have been a sister,
A daughter, an aunt, a friend,
And best of all—
A mother of two children.
Motherhood is my best effort.
My children are successful
And happy, well adjusted—
Better than I was and am.
I must have done something right.
But I failed somewhere,
Something most important
To anyone’s life and well-being:
I’ve messed up my own life.
Big time.
I’ve had a few lovers over the years—
But I had to go and marry them:
Three of them altogether.
You’d think I would have learnt by now
That “good enough” is not really good enough.
So here I am now, alone and, yes, lonely,
Reflecting on the mistakes I’ve made;
I’ve never ever found that special someone,
Not even married to someone else.
It seems my mythical soulmate doesn’t exist.