Spotting A Lonely Person
I spotted a lonely person the other day
But when I approached him he jumped up and ran away
And later, much later I espied him in Brown balaclava and red gloves
Sitting as one would imagine on his own at a bar
With a double shot in a glass, I assume to drive away the loneliness?
So I surreptitiously sidled up to him
And whispered in his ear
My dear friend we've never met, but would you buy me a beer?
He sneered and looked down at his glass
I then continued 'Are you lonely, a lonely one on there own, is it you?
He gave me a curious stare
So curious that he reminded me of my great Aunt Bertha after she'd
swallowed a filling
Then the lonely lone man replied
'Wassit ta do with youwah? '
He had a quaint sing song pattern to his voice that was instantly
likeable'
Distracted I replied
'Is thatar youra owna voice sah? '
Not suprisingly he seemed to take offence and shuffled of into a very miserable crowd of drinkers who took great pleasure in drine ing their
sorrows.He joined this group of miserably disgustingly lonely people
In an attempt to single me out as the lonely person, in a strange but clever reversal of fate
Refusing to be defeated I bought the dog a drink who was slumped in the doorway when I left
The lonely man was spotted several times after this always laughing and drinking in a crowd
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poem by Yvette Smith
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