Where are all the good men gone? Start to chat and mention the phone Suddenly they go cold like an ice storm I am bold and can take a strike I am tender, would hold you all night It's either most are on a big joke Or some are not worth a second look Those that seem to be genuine Are the ones that disappear after a time Scammers..... maybe Trying to see if they could get my money But still I stay For I know that we'll meet one day.
Hope is there, and I am glad for you, hope is the last thing to lose. Loved the poem - very true, we all went trough what you describe, and some have left because of what you describe, but I don't think it was a wise decision on the defectors' part: I know, it is as luck would have it, but what's the use of sitting and waiting?! You need to stay motivated and never give up. Wish you luck, fellow poetess!
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