The Art of Alone

“The Art of Alone”

(Tom Entrican 9/19/2023)

When you are in your mother’s womb

Or fall down into a forgotten old tomb

Drop the ball in the game of the week

No one will look for you in hide and seek

When girls only want to be your friend

Your dog runs away again and again

No grandchildren running around the home

You have mastered the art of alone

Were you to grumpy for too many years

And it clings to you like dried up old tears

Perhaps you did not dress very well or bathe

Maybe they do not like the shape of your face

Perhaps because my breath can strip paint

And everyone knows I sure ain’t no saint

When your heart shatters like a heated stone

Your payment for learning the art of alone

Oh sure there is no dirt or smells about

Certainly no one to bop you on the snout

 And at least there is no one to make you cry

Or rip out your heart when they say goodbye

But for sure we have the Lord on our side

And a sense of peace and comfort inside

Till they all welcome me on my journey home

I’ll continue to perfect the art of alone