Taking Inventory

Throughout the years, friends have been few, Currently, maybe one or two, I never get close enough to make foes, I keep my distance, as the saying goes No birds, cats or dogs live in my house, (I wonder, should I include that mouse? It's not likely he's here to stay.... He'll be gone by the end of day) Much like the happiness I have known - I'd wake at dawn to find it had flown But what resentment swells inside me Thinking of all that was denied me: True love, contentment, happiness, A hand to hold, a loving caress, The passion with which I long to be kissed....... Alas! I've none of these treasures to list; Such poverty I'm ashamed to declare, My heart is starving - the cupboards are bare I've more than enough of pain and sorrow, Plenty for today, some for tomorrow; A broken heart and a bucket of tears - So little to show for seventy-five years