Alone, I Sit

In the bar alone I am now drinking As I begin thinking, About the woman of my past And sadly how our relationship never did last. So, here I am sitting all by myself Like the ornate ornament on the top shelf, I watch the women pass me by They give me a smile, and I give them a sigh. I never did any woman wrong So, I sit and wait to listen to a sad, sad song, Then when the song is being sung In sadness my head will be hung. Of her I was proud and never ashamed Of her no problems were ever blamed, My life and my future I placed in her loving hands As one soul we made our plans. In the corner all by myself alone I do sit Unto no woman ever again will I flirt or submit, As I think and I look back at all that I lost But, not that of material products of cost. I lost feelings and thoughts and faith and belief And that of trust and honesty and care which I did bequeath, Now I place my hand unto my chin I wonder, why not I wasn't allowed to win. With me, she never did without Unlike others at her I never did abuse or shout, I always wantonly and happily put her first As I think, have I been cursed. In the bar alone I am still sitting Truths unto God and my soul I am now admitting, Truly indeed a good woman is hard to find Like a precious diamond that has been mined. Alone I sit at my table Knowing in myself I am always caring, nice and able, In my soul and manhood there is no kink I happily realize that, as I swallow my drink. Randy L. McClave