Stranded

As he got older, he saw friends' lives pass him by. They got married, had kids. One by one, he'd see them take that next step, leaving him in the dust, alone in his bachelordom. He was thirty now and he saw all the young women being swept up. All the good ones were taken, at least all the ones near his age. The good ones that were left were too young, or at least he didn't possess the self-esteem to be seen with any of them. What would people say. He was an island, while ships sailed by.