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.
Beverley
SINGLES LIFE
I'll sit at the back right over here
Then no one will see my angst or fear
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
But I change plugs and can mend a fuse
Know which type of screwdriver to use
I've got the dog two fish and a cat
I can't see anything wrong with that
What if my life's all work and no play
I'm happy just getting through each day
My God he's coming over to me
What shall I say I hope he can't see
My shaking hands and my throat's dry too
How I wish that I could sink right through
The floor, or that he'd just disappear
Oh why did I agree to come here
Just to get the do-gooders off my case
Hang on he's really got a nice face
Maybe I will stop here for a while
And would it hurt to give him a smile