Lonely - Poem by Lesley McDade
When I’m lonely, I’m all alone,
A little room or a big one.
Beautiful, rich and well kept four walls
By myself, cold.
Music, of what variety, but so cruel,
Words. ‘Moonlight Sonata’ cannot hurt,
A square picture box breaks
The monotony. Sleep.
Disco, dance, general harassment.
What about respect! Drunken bums.
Look, but don’t dare touch. She’s a loner,
Begging to be cuddled, at a price too high.
Alone, crying sleep, silence. Only
Work, loneliness, sleep but, for one man.
She’s in love, but who cares, he’s too
Selfishly – ALONE (with a bottled companion) .
Independent – so they say,
Running, wild and desperate.
Money cannot tame – my kingdom for
Your affection! Mr Lonely.
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