Contradiction Poem by Michelle Parsons

Stood alone, in a crowded room,
Hoping that no people will arrive very soon.
While masses of decorations, hang from nowhere,
The busy room, appears really bare.

A young boy, who’s frail and old,
Tells all the stories, that he’s never been told,
He winks, with two eyes, through the window
At an old girlfriend that he didn’t know.

The first to arrive, after the rest,
A sober alcoholic, with a long-haired waxed chest,
Through the doors, walks a lady in a wheelchair,
With layers of make up, her face looks bare,

A confused lady, who knows all the answers,
Informs people on no cures for cancers,
She stands up tall, while sat on her seat,
Waiting for more people, she will not meet.

A cold breeze, in the warm summer air,
In marches a penniless, millionaire,
Smoking a cigar that he has not lit,
His loose garments, at the sides have split.

The polished soiled shoes, not upon his feet,
With unfastened laces, that are tied very neat,
He walks to the bar, on only one leg,
But by being so rich, he will need to beg.

Stood next to me, the other side of the room,
Is a cheerful lady, who is filled with gloom,
She’s the only speaking, though making no sound,
She’s tall and slender, yet petite and round.

At a circular table, on every corner,
Sits a happy and joyful, grieving mourner,
At this funeral of no one that’s died,
Cheerful, jolly people, stood around and cried.

With plenty of drinks, everyone is parched,
Dragging his feet, in a soldier marched,
His well fitting clothes, swamped his body,
While his gleaming appearance, made him look shoddy.

He spoke very clear, but slurred his words,
Picked out his change and halved it in thirds,
A shy guy, who is out spoken and loud,
Low self esteem, but stood very proud.

Everyone’s left, except those who remain,
People leave in the sunshine, soaked by the rain,
On this sad day, they laugh and joke,
At the life that hasn’t been of this feminine bloke.