The man had made, his big turn in life alone
A smaller turn is due, he feels it in his bones
But yet once again, will is turn be alone
So he sits and waits, staring in his phone

He looks then sees, the turns of others
Some before some after, but yet another
For he is not alone, he knows of others
Can one of these turns, be a potential lover

He sees many, their turn coming due
Dreams of some, but their turns are few
He likes another, but his turn will not due
Maybe the one, where I’m one new

But he sees two, both know my feeling
For they as well, have past that ceiling
To that special one, I have this feeling
Let’s share our turns, help me with my healing