Alone And Inspired

As I sit alone and unwanted With 4 dark walls encircling me, Then I am loudly haunted With people I can hear, but do not see. I hear laughs and a conversation I then wonder why that I do not belong, Need I have a personal, engraved reservation In my own home to join in merriment or song. I bought the food that would be prepared I supplied my home for the dinner, My car was used and also shared As I am the party giver, the breadwinner. I sit in the backroom now all alone So, sad and lonely and also very tired, I let out an unheard solitude moan For a sad story I am now very inspired. She told me that her daughters were coming Of course my advice would not be accepted, So, my Kalimba I am softly strumming At least my music would not be intercepted. I wonder stillon why that I am here Why I confined myself to these 4 dark walls, As I drop a moan and still another tear It is because that I have no balls. Randy L. McClave