Two roads diverged
In the wood.
The one you took
Didn't offer much anyway.
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.