“To Live All Alone”
(Tom Entrican, 9/1/22)
What it must be like to live all alone
On an island that no map has seen
Where no one can find it, not even a drone
All hidden in a forest of green
No political lore, no special reports
That causes the stomach to pain
Just boxes of tunes and books galore
And hobbies to help keep you sane
Oh, what it must be like to live all alone
Not one yapping person in sight
No dreading a visit to your hidden dome
Ensuring a long peaceful night
And if you get lonely, perhaps you might
Look around to see what you find
A finch, a squirrel, or a pig that won’t bite
Will help you to not lose your mind
I wonder what it’s like to live all alone
No girls to break a boy’s heart
Or mind crushing sounds causing souls to moan
And promises that get torn apart
Perhaps to have thoughts not mired in pain
From a world that guarantees naught
When you are alone there is nothing to gain
And never a sorrow is caught
How grand it must be to live all alone
Where no one cares what you may think
Greens from the yard cooked with a soup bone
“Cause what this world offers just stinks
When the end nears and my mind has gone blank
And all whom I knew have long gone
For I was not missed, and I did not partake
As I spent my whole life all alone