Some may think
that I’d rather be alone
But I prefer a limp
or be fed a bone
I am tired, very tired
of this solitude
Fate boldly conspired
and with attitude
I have become a stranger
in this world’s population
A silent pretender
looking for a warm solution
I now smile
for the sake of smiling
A heart-broken child
regularly reminiscing
Adam was found a mate
She loved him
A sign’s at my front gate
Are the chances slim?
