In the morning I wake up
Try to work past the gloom,
and ignore the anxiety
that’s filling the room.

Walk into the kitchen,
prepare myself some food.
do what I can
not to sulk, not to brood.

Off to the corner,
Take a seat in my chair.
Then I sullenly look
out the window and stare.

The rain falling gently,
The skies filled with grey.
I just can’t find a reason
to be happy today.

There’s nobody coming
To visit me here.
No friendly presence,
to dissipate all my fears.

The phone sits there silent.
No one is calling.
My home is well looked after
but hardly enthralling.

My only companion
Died five years ago.
I’ve somewhat kept moving,
albeit painfully slow.

What’s left of me
feels in such disarray.
I just can’t find a reason
to be happy today.

My son never calls me,
always has other plans.
I suppose that he thinks,
that I’ll just understand.

Most friends never take time,
to ask “how are things?”
They just don’t want to hear
That there’s pain and it stings.

I haven’t got a place
for a cat or a dog.
No, it’s just me here
As I sit in the fog.

I could try to do different,
from this eccentric bouquet,
but I just can’t find a reason
to be happy today.