Sitting in Michael's Lap
Just yesterday, my life was great
And all was going fine
Until someone reminded me
Today was Valentine's ...
From there, the downward spiral launched --
(Depression setting in) –
For I will be alone on this
Accursed day – again.
Oh, I can scoff at all the fuss,
"Commercial crap," I groan,
But sarcasm can't fill the space
That lurks when you're alone ...
Nor can it speed the crawling hours
That seem to pass so slow –
So typical -- they linger when
You want them most to go.
To all of you who have someone
You call your Valentine –
I hope you love your holiday
As much as I hate mine!
Full fathom five thy father lies,
Of his bones are coral made,
Those are pearls that were his eyes;
Nothing of him that doth fade
But doth suffer a sea-change
Into something rich and strange...
--William Shakespeare, from The Tempest