My first girlfriend was a special date,
Don't wed the first one on your plate,

The second was like her, in a way,
I'll tie the knot another day,

With pickle and onion, carrots too,
My salad of prospects, quite a few,

Somehow seemed like second best,
Searching ever thru the rest,

One can't afford to marry now,
A better time will come somehow,

A family seems so far away,
I'll keep on looking till the day

When everything is right for love,
And I feel conviction from above,

Alas, to me, a revelation
Comes with sinking-type sensation,

I've let the best ones slip away,
The perfect time was yesterday.

by D. Edgar Murray