My Life
I had it all once
Was as happy as can be
A husband, two children
Content, that was me
Then life played its part
And things got in the way
Now I’m detached from that family
The man anyway.
My children are grown
And live their own lives
I see them sometimes
…If one of us drives
The rest of my family
All live miles away
I spend too much time
On my own day to day
There’s a lot in the news
About good mental health
It has nothing to do
With belongings or wealth
It’s the touch of a hand
Or a smile or a wave
A ‘hello’ a’ goodbye’
At some point in the day
To know that you’re worthy
To someone at least
Brings calmness and comfort
a welcoming peace.
That’s what I’m lacking
That’s what I miss
To wake to a cuddle
The gentlest of kiss
The plans for the day
Shared with someone I love
A walk in the park
Nothing huge to speak of
How hard can it be?
To find someone to share
Your life and your dreams with
Who’ll always be there.
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Comments6
So very sad but I am almost ashamed to say thoroughly enjoyed... Neville
Thank you for your lovely comments.
you are most welcome..
Such a loneliness seeps through these lines Purdy -and so many describe a condition of need as the same - - - your pen rhymes it well and the style is just right but the cry of the words makes my heart bleed .................... thanks for posting on a familiar but very sad subject.
SO heartfelt and a challenge to read. Thank you for this insight.
So sad that we have to experience this type of discomfort in life sometimes.
Stay strong and better days come along.
A very emotive write well written.
How hard can it be. Very hard to find the right one. The more of lifes experience we have under our belt, so we become less 'easy to please' in the partner department, and lets face it there's less choice and all the good ones have been taken.... singleton is becoming my accepted choice nowdays ..... there's an awful lot who feel the same as me too.
Hi there. Funny isn't it? I'm a positive and happy person and never want people to think I'm 'down'. But sometimes i don't even want to go home - It's the moment I close my front door - the silence is deafening. But, as i keep reminding myself, I have a lot going for me so on goes the smile again.
Likewise.
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