She wants to have a child.
One, maybe not done.
Two or three, she will see.
Maybe more. Four. Maybe never close the door.
She's 39.
She's running out o time.
This is not fine.
Ticking is the clock.
It will not stop.
She needs to find a boy.
One who will gibe her some joy.
She needs to find a guy.
One who will bring a tear to her eye.