The Man Upstairs Poem by LeeAnn Azzopardi

Last night, I heard some sweet, clever music
Coming from upstairs
So sweet I wanted to join the man who lived there
He was my age andd lived alone
But I was too shy to go there
Maybe, if I went there
And introduce myself with a bottle of wine
He would fall in madly love with me
But I don't drink, so, I wouldn't know what to buy
And he might not drink at all
Maybe, he has a girlfriend already
If he does, my heart would be crushed again
Finding the hard way with disappointment
And the embrassment of trying to get a date
Would be overbearing
I guess I will stay here and listen to the music
As I become the oldest living virgin
No one would bother to find out