🔱I feel so alone
Like that bitchy old crone
You know the one, just up the street
🔱No one comes, no one goes,
I wonder, is that the life that she chose?
To be as cold as the earth ‘neath my feet?
🔱Did she choose a life so dark & morose?
As to be almost always lachrymose?
I wonder, what made her life incomplete?
🔱Was it a childhood hurtful & sad?
A life without the love of a Mom or a Dad?
Was there no one to teach her life could be sweet?
🔱Was she in the way, always pushed aside?
Made to feel as tho she should hide?
To find a dark place, a quiet retreat?
🔱Was there never a Sir Gallahad
To save her from that good-looking cad?
Thus turning her heart as cold as concrete?
🔱Was she always a bridesmaid, never the bride?
Never a true love to stand by her side?
That would make one feel obsolete…
🔱Did she choose to always be alone?
Who? Why that bitchy old crone.
You know, the one up the street.