Sad Poem? This Takes the Oscar!

Perhaps you have read sad love poems before. Perhaps not. But, in case you have not, the following sad poem takes the oscar. You will certainly be impressed. I gurantee you that!

An Amazing Sad Love Poem - It Does Not Matter!

What a miseable existence this life of mine has become! But, it does not matter.

lt doesn't matter that l have gone past middle-age with nothing concrete that l have achieved. lt doesn't matter.

lt doesn't matter that l stay by myself - just me, myself and l - from one day to the next - when my mates have a retinue of their family members by their side. It doesn't matter.

It doesn't matter that l have no one to count on through my day-to-day ordeal and struggle for survival - other than just me, myself and l - when my mates have worthy companions by their sides loyally rendering them assistance when necessary. It doesn't matter.

lt doesn't matter that l spend quality time with my laptop all day long when my mates only get to spend quality time with their family a few hours in the evening. lt doesn't matter.

Is that not truly sad? But, sad or not, it does not matter!

lt doesn't even matter that l play all by myself with my Nokia N78 mobile phone when my mates play with their wives and children. lt doesn't matter.

Perhaps it is a good thing because l spend a greater number of hours with my laptop and my mobile phone combined - which together form my mobile companions - when my mates spend only a few hours daily with members of their family. Yet, it still does not matter!

It doesn't matter that at over the age of 60 l still sleep on this god-forsaken bed all alone - even on some very cold, raining nights - just me, myself and l, when my mates are doing the long distance marathon in between the sheets, in between their partners' warm and yielding very soft thighs.

Jeeezuuz H Kchrist! Waoooooh! What a sight for sore eyes! Just imagining it is making my willie wonky!

But - you guessed it! - it does not matter!

Some of my mates - who are like the original "love machine" Lil Wayne or like R Kelly, the self-acclaimed "winner in bed" - even do it on a daily basis or on an hourly basis while l only get a chance to have an occasional fling with a willing filly every once in a while. l believe that is very unfair indeed. Or, what do you think? But, it doesn't matter.

A sad love poem? Of course, it is! But, still, it does not matter!

It doesn't matter that l go out and come back home all alone, all days of the week, Monday to Sunday. It doesn't matter.

It doesn't matter that at over the age of 60 l am still expecting my first child when some of my mates have long forgotten what it means like to be hopeful and expectant. It doesn't matter.

lt doesn't matter that l do all my household chores all by myself at this age when my mates have a choice of persons to run their errands for them. lt doesn't matter.

It doesn't even matter that l do not have any money and therefore have no friends. It doesn't matter.

It doesn't matter that my words do not carry force with it due to lack of money. It doesn't matter.

Have you read anything close to this sad poem before this time? I guess not! But, does it really matter? I doubt it!

On the other hand, it doesn't matter that every girl l talk to about having a relationship with me reject my love proposal due to my age as if they themselves will not grow old one day. lt doesn't matter.

Am I jinxed like someone suggested that I am? Maybe... But, jinxed or not, does it even matter?

After all, who cares? Of course no one! Why? Because it doesn't matter!

And, come to think of it. lt is indeed very funny in a sad way and l really believe that for someone like myself to continue to remain unattached for so long, girls really must have their heads examined! Of course, they simply do not know what's good for them!

Even the Bible - the most reverend holy book - says that "money answereth all prayers". So, l believe that the girls are simply obeying the holy book when they insist on "no money, no love". Yes, they now love money too much to even notice me!

So, it is back to the same old "with money, all doors are opened for you" scenario all over again. And it doesn't even matter that l am intelligent, hardworking and believe that l have a very bright prospect. All that matters is money - cold, hard cash. Nothing else!

Certainly, sad love poems will come and go. And, no matter how good poems of this type are, before you know it, they've become forgotten tales of yesteryears. But, still, it wouldn't matter to anyone, because their authors are long dead; and humans in general have a short memory span.

But, methinks that a large chunk of the sadness in this love poem is occasioned by a lack of money. Oh, the amazing things that I would accomplish with a large amount of that magical, awe-inspiring 5-letter word!

Better believe it, when l become stinkingly rich like my brother, no doubt about it at all, it would certainly matter then!

During that time, even the girls who avoid me now - like someone with a very contagious deadly plague - would cluster around me like flies around a mound of shit.

And it wouldn't matter whether l am over 80yrs old with my body shaking all over from old age like a jellyfish, while using a walking stick to steady myself from falling. Yes, all the girls would be struggling to occupy a tiny portion of my bed willingly, despite the fact that l would probably be less than a decade closer to my grave!

Yes, my 80yrs old age wouldn't matter in their young money-hungry eyes because they would be struggling to get my attention and please me - by so doing hoping to be my first lady so that they can inherit all my wealth when l die, which would just be a few years around the corner, in their estimation.

But it is amazing the devices that girls would resort to all because of money! They would go to any extent to please a man having enough money in his bank account - because they regard such behaviour as a wise investment indeed. The clever thieves!

But, do you blame them? Even their parents would encourage them to do a lot worse than that!

It doesn't matter that l lack the will to trod the well-worn path of a life of crime or resort to blood money to try to turn my fortunes around. It doesn't matter.

lt doesn't matter that life is very unfair, that two brothers from the same mothers womb can live totally different, incomparable lives - while the younger one is stinkingly rich, the older of the brothers is just managing to survive. lt doesn't even matter that the younger brother looks at his elder brother with contempt.

Oh, the myriads of evils that money would engineer men to accomplish! But, it doesn't matter.

I ask again: Have you read anything close to this love poem before? If you have, did you find it as sad as this? I guess not. Because this is as sad as a sad poem can ever get!

Indeed, what a miseable existence this life of mine has become! But, it does not matter.

So, is "life worth living or should l blast myself?" like Tupac asked. But, then, it doesn't matter whether l live or die because no one cares.

l have long since stopped pondering about what matters anymore. Have l given up hope? Certainly not! Hope is the only faithful companion by my side right now.

So it seems my existence must matter after all because, against all odds, l do not know where this unwavering hope that my situation will get better keeps coming from.

But, when the day becomes night and light grows dark, hope is the only thing that sustains me from one day to the next. So, my existence must matter after all.

But, will l die prematurely before l realise my dreams and aspirations? For that matter, how long will l have to patiently wait for my dreams and aspirations to be realised? Yes, how long?

l have been patient enough that my name is almost becoming "Patience" or even "Hope"! God forbid! My name will not become "Hope" or even "Patience". God forbid it!

Please, please, please, save a brother from a premature death - because whether you respond positively to this sad love poem or not, l believe that it still will not matter!

A sad love poem? Of course, it is! But, is the above sad poem descriptive of a true life story?

Well, l leave you to be the judge of that!

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