Night after night
I sat at home alone.
Family and friends
Are faraway or all gone.
There is nothing to do
And no one to hold.
Even watching television
Is getting rather old.
Relationship has ended
Years swiftly passed away.
My memories are bountiful
Wonder how long they will stay.
Health is getting worse
No energy at all.
I am slumped over
Instead of standing tall.
Maybe I should get drunk
Or possibly even stoned.
I really hate sitting here
Night after night all alone.
Written by
Doyle Kirkman
September 16, 2008
