A SINGLE MAN, I AM
I’m perfectly happy
being completely alone.
There’s always peace and quiet
here in my little home.
I do my own cooking,
though its sometimes kinda chancy
and I do my own dirty dishes,
when ever it strikes my fancy.
I do my own house cleaning,
sweep and mop my own floors,
do my own grocery shopping
and carry them through my own door.
I have no guilty feelings,
no apologies to make.
I never ask permission
for the liberties I might take.
I do pretty much as I please,
never having to ask.
I make no explanations,
no one ever takes me to task.
Still, at times it gets lonely,
living life alone.
No one there to help
make my house into a home.
They say that men can’t,
(or maybe won’t) commit.
The words I do are simple,
but they’re words I can’t permit.
I’m not a fearful man
and I have a kindly heart,
but it scares me so to think,
“Until death do we part”
I’ve traveled that road
and in fact, she has too.
But, those five words are scary.
The ones preceding the words I do
Still, when the nights get lonely
and I’m longing for a friend,
she’s the one I think of
time and time again.
Guess, I’m not really all that happy
and likely neither is she.
We’d probably both be much closer,
If she and I were we.
Life might not be perfect,
but it could be much closer than this.
We’d likely enjoy it more
if we shared a daily 10 second kiss.
That’s directly from TV,
Sweetie heard on some show.
Some expert brought it up
and he’d be the one to know.
When we share our world,
waking beside her is divine.
But, just before we fall asleep
is the most fantastic time.
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but as they get older, the loneliness gradually crawls through from underneath the door to attack them.
The longing of a friendship is well written in this piece. Loved this.
Sandie Angel :o)