Lonely Town

I am a loving woman,
Fit to mother and to care,
But I am over forty
And still not anywhere,
I have no husband,
Children, lover, friend
And no prospects of a
Decent man around the bend,
The man I waited for
Never came
And I am tired
Of the waiting game,
Once in a while
I have a one night stand
But always with
An unsatisfactory end,
My days I spend
Working as a clerk
With little income
And no perk,
In my closet hangs
An unworn evening gown,
I never wear it
In this lonely town,
I sit here in my
Little room each night,
Really depressed
Because my life
Is just not right.

They found her
In her room one morn,
Dead, in her new, never
Worn evening gown,
A note left on her desk:
'I cannot live in lonely town.'

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2007 Alfred Charasz