The Loneliest Day Of The Year Poem by Denis Martindale

The loneliest day of the year
Must be St Valentines,
For some, Hip, Hip, Hoorah! Good cheer
And dressed up to the nines!
There are lonely lads and ladies
Still found in every street,
As years go by, their dreams decrease
Of someone they could meet.

For them, romance is oh so rare,
For them, no cards received,
For them, there's no-one debonair,
That's why they feel aggrieved.
So Feb Fourteen can come and go,
It brings them nought but pain,
No more have they new hopes that grow,
For they have nought to gain...

The loneliest and phoniest,
That's how this love fest feels.
Until, they, too, can join love's quest,
Their sadness never heals.
We know that true love always thrills...
But if you love, please pray...
Remember loneliness still kills
The unloved hearts that day.


Denis Martindale, copyright February 2011.