eleven pounds

Eleven pounds to go,
and I’m the high school boy
I use to be thirty years ago,

graduating once more,
from this school
of knocks so hard.

The brand new me,
off showroom floor,
ready for a test drive.

I guess I’ll be a 2004 model,
fully loaded, tested and true,

with this expensive education
forced upon me.

How many times must I take this class,
and these tests so hard,

before I can find a love that lasts,
and forgives my humanness?

For I will always be a human,
prone to mistakes,
as I try to figure out,
how to get it right.

At least I try,
for so few do,
in this day and age.

It seems like loves are like cars,
that one trades in as soon as
a new model comes out,
and catches one's eye.

I can only hope that this new model
can catch the eye of one so true,
that might pass the test of time,

as we do walk
hand in hand,
heart to heart,
in a timeless time
eternally.