when young a romance was always possible.
It's only now when I'm old and odd
that I feel for those whose lacks are visible.
The horror on the young woman's face
on my asking her to dance with me
certainly put me in my place
as a now impossible partner-to-be.
So late but since I've come to know
the sapping of confidence by rejection,
it's sad of course but much less so
than the plight of the unattractive young.
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