The dreadful curse of a man like me
Is no-one to share that cup of tea.
Loneliness the silent killer
Insiduosley creeping closer .

Would be alright for a man like me
Except for the thing that burns in me.
Could easily be fixed with someone here
But my soul has only space for her.

What need a bath for a man like me
I only take them if I get fleas.
But I don't get those little critters
So the baths not for me but one that matters.

Goes over her head and past her ear
Does not see all  I've done is for my other.
Can't see what I do here is not for me
But for the other soul with which to have tea.

I can feel this life literally slipping away
Can not fix it with food or any other way.
Cause the fuel for my life rests with another
Loneliness fixed only when the yin is hither.