Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA
Well, hello, Mr. Loneliness, I'm back with you again
I see you've got the place fixed up just like it was back then.
I really didn't think that I would see you any more
Yet here I am again, my friend, just like it was before.
I see the cans of tuna fish stacked on the pantry shelf
With macaroni, cheese and all things I can fix myself,
A quart of milk, a dozen eggs, a jar of apple jelly,
A pound or two of lunchmeat and some cole slaw from the deli.
One knife, one spoon, one fork, one plate, 100 coffee cups,
Some liquid soap and Drano for the times the sink erupts.
A microwave and toaster oven. Man, I'm really set.
Just don't know how much luckier a simple man can get.
Let's see, my good friend Loneliness, one toilet paper roll,
One cloth, one towel, one bristle brush to clean the toilet bowl,
One bar of soap and some shampoo - a razor, too, I think
One single lime-green toothbrush laying on the bathroom sink.
I see a stack of magazines stacked up next to the john
(With Beanie Weenie dinners, who knows how long one stays on?!)
The Pizza Hut delivery number right next to the phone,
A must for men like you and me who chance to live alone.
The bed is rather small. There's not a lot of room to spare.
It really doesn't matter, though, since only I'll be there.
The reading lamp there on the table gives a decent light
For those times when I want to read myself to sleep at night.
It's funny, Mr. Loneliness, sometimes to me it seems
That, through these past few years, I had been living in a dream,
A dream where love lived here with me and laughter filled the air
That gave my soul a peace and happiness beyond compare.
I dreamed that when I woke up in the morn, I'd see a face
That rendered me quite speechless with its beauty, charm and grace
But, like the times before, that dream has, too, come to an end
And I awake to greet the day with you, my kind, old friend.
Life goes on, Mr. Loneliness. It has its ups and downs
And, every time that it gets rough, I know you'll be around.
Let's order up a pizza, maybe have a beer or two;
How blessed, or cursed, I am to have a faithful friend like you.
[This message has been edited by Balladeer (edited 12-16-1999).]