Three strikes and you’re out. Is this the way it works in life?

 

Sometimes you have to keep trying, as becomes clear in . . . 

 

 

A Marriage Of Inconvenience

 

I looked at her and dreamed of what could be.

She was gorgeous, a good catch, as all could see.

 

Would she like me? Could I be the one?

How do I approach her? This wasn’t fun.

 

I stared off into space, trying to develop a plan.

Coming together probably would increase my life span.

 

Being successful at love hadn’t been my style.

Two marriages failed, I’ve been single for a while.

 

I had to put my mistakes behind me—move forward with my life.

This seemed the right thing to do—make her my wife.

 

I wasn’t perfect, but I was one of a kind—

Good looking, I believe, and intelligent and funny—certainly a good find.

 

She glanced at me and gave me a whimsical smile.

My heart skipped a beat—my ability to succeed now on trial.

 

Well, that was twenty years ago and, yes, she became my wife.

And my world changed in a way I’d never expected, causing me considerable strife.

 

Each day I tried to be the best I could, but nothing I did was ever right.

My days were hellish and I dreaded coming home from work at night.

 

I entered into this relationship and pledged to make it a success.

However, the more I attempted to please her the more our life became a mess.

 

I held my head in my hands and believed my situation must be unreal.

But it wasn’t, and I wondered what I’d done to deserve such a raw deal.

 

This marriage of inconvenience had indeed damaged my pride.

And now three times in my life I’d chosen the wrong bride.

 

 

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