The Truth About Love

I learned the truth while in my teens,
That love was meant for wealthy boys
I saw the dudes with fancy cars
Collecting girls like shiny toys.

At twenty-one, I learned the truth,
That love was meant for handsome men.
With wavy hair and perfect skin
And women who would fall for them.

At forty-five, the truth was plain,
That love was meant for charming guys.
Who talked and laughed and had their way
With women who believed their lies.

Retiring now, at sixty-five,
The truth, at last I clearly see.
That love is meant for ev’ry man,
For ev’ry man excepting me.