Treasure Island

Margaret Alice Second

(24 January 1961 / South Africa)

Not Lonely Any More

I'm not alone any more - oh, I was lonely
earlier today - when I spoke and someone
ignored me, everybody but me getting ready
to go on a course, the wind blowing wildly and
I tried to clean the swimming pool

When I lay in front of the TV watching Top Gear,
the only show - besides cricket and rugby - ever
watched in this house, when I was tired and had
to look interested in life - but I'm not lonely any
more, not with Big Bang Theory

And That Seventies Show and recorded dancing
Shows - I'm not lonely any more - watching Kara
Tointon and Eliana dancing on stage, living the
dreams I did not allow my heroines

Kara Tointon - Strictly Come Dancing
Eliana - So You Think You Can Dance

Submitted: Friday, September 28, 2012
Edited: Saturday, September 29, 2012

Do you like this poem?
0 person liked.
0 person did not like.

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Comments about this poem (Not Lonely Any More by Margaret Alice Second )

Enter the verification code :

Read all 1 comments »

Top Poems

  1. Phenomenal Woman
    Maya Angelou
  2. The Road Not Taken
    Robert Frost
  3. If You Forget Me
    Pablo Neruda
  4. Still I Rise
    Maya Angelou
  5. Dreams
    Langston Hughes
  6. Annabel Lee
    Edgar Allan Poe
  7. If
    Rudyard Kipling
  8. I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings
    Maya Angelou
  9. Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
    Robert Frost
  10. Invictus
    William Ernest Henley Updates

New Poems

  1. The Dreams Of Youth, Edgar Albert Guest
  2. On Station Farewells, Edgar Albert Guest
  3. The Bank Roll, Edgar Albert Guest
  4. Comradeship, Edgar Albert Guest
  5. Ode to Breeze, Sourabh Mishra
  6. The Choir At Pixley, Edgar Albert Guest
  7. Good Friday, Edgar Albert Guest
  8. The Neighbors, Edgar Albert Guest
  9. The Tempters, Edgar Albert Guest
  10. Wie er om vroeg?, Madrason writer

Poem of the Day

poet Henry Lawson

The old year went, and the new returned, in the withering weeks of drought,
The cheque was spent that the shearer earned,
and the sheds were all cut out;
...... Read complete »


Member Poem

[Hata Bildir]