Trying To Find A Soul Mate... Poem by DM W

Trying to find a soulmate in this wanton world,
Is like looking for the proverbial needle
In a hackneyed haystack. O it is akin to
Attempting to discover water in the dry
Craters of the moon, or a pale, dying planet;
Particularly if one is unfortunate
Enough to reside, for a significant time,
In a small, dead end, dead beat parochial town.
It's like digging in a vast, dark forest equipped
With a small, silver spoon. It's a futile effort.