My father calls
before I phone him this week:
"I'm tired of being alone."
(His eighty-second birthday's coming up
and his second wife's in Mexico
where her children are.)
"I've been thinking about my sisters
and I miss them.
Even Yetta who married two jerks.
And Charlie's gone
but of course he was no bargain.
"I guess I'm feeling depressed.
I'm having a vodka and tonic.
I've been having a drink a day.
I hope I'm not becoming an alcoholic."
Old age and loneliness. Alcohol is a sought after company. Well written piece Glen. A true page from the old age book. 10/10
thank you, kesav. there are moments that strike us with their poignancy. this was one for me. -glen
Wow Glen, I truly like this poem VERY much. As Elvis would have said: “ It moves me “ Great depth here...
thanks, smoky. i appreciate your feedback. if the collection i'm working on weren't in a rough state, i'd send the whole thing. but for now i'll send the introducation, such as it is right now. -glen
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Loneliness is a terrible feeling. One can feel lonely even if surrounded by people.