I've let them all go
Drift off one by one
Now I've no place to be
When I need to have fun
I could no longer trust
Any of them for my friend
The sex was still good
But then that too had to end
I feel so very lonely
And so out of touch
I didn't think i'd miss them at all
It's becoming just too much
I need to find new friends
To play with me and amuse
And to keep me sane
And not abuse
I don't want to be alone
But I don't want the same
Something different would be good
If not I might go insane....
4/15/08
Sometimes we have to find new avenues to enjoy such as a hobby, an organization to belong to or volunteer for - something that is not toxic but instead gives us a sense of fullfillment. Good luck and God Bless! Warm Wishes, Marilyn
This yearning for a change seems salutary. More in a general sense that specifically related to the old friends. Everybody does what can.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Honest and vivid expression of corporeal pains, passions and appetites! 10/10.