Matchmakers Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Matchmakers

In old days parents were matchmakers
Or the aunts, or uncles, or neighbours
For the love in their hearts did the best.

They knew girl's mother; her aged shape
They knew her father; his needs, wealth.

But today everything is on line, virtual
Parents are internet; turned keyboards.

A look at an image photo-shopped
Then is turn for mailing or the text
Where to meet for coffee is a date.

At the door you see her in the chair:
"What the hell! I chose a piece of shit! "
Or reverse, about you she may say.

Therefore I admit that I love old history
I regret that we lost old trend; apology.
Never say: "Don't want your policy."