Where's My Man

At sweet sixteen, I first began

To ask the good Lord for a man.

At seventeen, I recall

I wanted someone strong and tall

The Christmas I reached eighteen

I fancied someone blonde and lean.

And then at nineteen, I was sure

I'd fall for someone more mature.

At twenty, I thought I'd find

Romance with someone with a mind

I retrogressed at twenty-one

And found college boys most fun.

My viewpoint changed at twenty-two

When "one man only" was my cue.

I broke my heart at twenty-three

And begged for someone kind to me.

Then begged again at twenty-four

For anyone who wouldn't bore.

Now Lord, that I am twenty-five

Just send me someone who's alive.

-Sharon Miller