Broke, Single in 30s

Two roads diverged

In the wood.

The one you took

Didn't offer much anyway. 

You tripped down

From over a stone,

And your front 

Teeth are gone.

As a teen,

You had gotten

Your share of grey,

In 30s you're bald.

Crush said, you ugly.

Even your mom

Must love you out

Of compulsion.

Your dad is your

Reflection. Judges you.

The same way,

You would have.

You're single and

Prisoner of your hand.

First half is gone,

But should you be sad?

Remove your shades

And look at life-

If fate didn't make

You laugh.

You really didn't

Get the joke man.