All poems on this site are copyright of Beverley Balogh
What can I say about this particular poem? I loved writing it and enjoy reciting it as a party piece.
It's purely a tongue in cheek explanation of living alone that makes me smile. I hope it does the same for you.
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Beverley
SINGLES LIFE
I'll sit at the back right over here
Then no one will see my angst or fear
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Of taking this the first giant step
Into the singles life, but I bet
Nobody here feels at all like me
They are far too happy and carefree
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Everyone seems to know each other
I'll sit still then no one will bother
Or wonder who's that right at the back
Dressed for a funeral all in black
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I won't stay long just for a while
Won't need to talk then or to smile
That man over there's staring at me
What shall I do oh please let him see
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I really don't belong in this group
If he comes over I'm in the soup
Oh why did I say I'd come tonight
Just watching TV for me is all right
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I'm back at work now able to be
A sharp efficient business lady
Learnt how to play the cards I was dealt
Dependant on no one but myself
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At times almost happy to be free
But is that only me kidding me
I do wish my friends and family
Would give up trying and let me be
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All because now I'm living alone
And no man calls me on the phone
They think I'm letting life pass me by
That all I do is sit home and cry
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But I change plugs and can mend a fuse
Know which type of screwdriver to use
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I've got the dog two fish and a cat
I can't see anything wrong with that
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What if my life's all work and no play
I'm happy just getting through each day
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My God he's coming over to me
What shall I say I hope he can't see
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My shaking hands and my throat's dry too
How I wish that I could sink right through
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The floor, or that he'd just disappear
Oh why did I agree to come here
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Just to get the do-gooders off my case
Hang on he's really got a nice face
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Maybe I will stop here for a while
And would it hurt to give him a smile