I went to bed a single woman.

Went out single woman.

Today,woke  up a single woman.

Returned home a single woman.

They called me single.

Do you know that single woman?

Why is she still single?

Will she ever get married?

I became a metaphor for the unusual.

Single was not a problem for me.

Still searching for my identity.

Single was a problem for mom.

They called me single woman.

I called me single woman.

I refused to settle for less.

I wanted a well -rounded man.

I guess my parents got.

tired of my condition.

Now I can take care of myself.

Goodbye single woman.

I decided to bide goodbye to lonesomeness.

Goodbye single.

I shall not see you again.