Later!

He said, later!
We’d be together,
After he’s finished,
With his chosen wife;
Is all old and grey,
Muscle soft and shrinking.
After I accomplish a few things,
Is sorrowful and muddled up in my thinking.
Then he’d look my way.
Until then, no need to see or hear from me.
Whatever it is, I need handle it alone.
At the moment, I am simply an inconvenience.
Once the world gets to know me,
Then he and I can be together,
Because then I would be worth having.

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