'Baited'

A gala time to be had,  

Friends meet after a really long while.

The jokes, the old college kid repartee,

The smiles, the comfort, the nostalgic glee.

Then the conversation turns, as they always do,

To the future that each looks forward to.

The single ones targeted for not stepping up,

For not sipping from the ‘opportunities’ cup.

Why is marriage the ‘be all’ of society?

Why can’t singles be ever deemed happy?

Why is such a fuss made of marital responsibility?

Why is a ‘significant other’ so very necessary?

Why is true sharing to be only between lovers?

Why is plain friendship not enough revered?

Why does ‘your family’ begin with your spouse?

Why is any other view point met with a grouse?

It hurts at times to be always told to confirm,

That one is foolish to hold onto beliefs so firm,

That one is not truly successful or prosperous or joyful,

If one is not married, or looking to be part of a couple.

I may not always explain my rationale,

But aren’t I entitled to be what I, anyway, dare?

Isn’t it enough that I consider myself sated?

Why must I for my ‘lack’ be baited?

-       -Written on Tuesday, November 8, 2011. Self Explanatory.