I Was Not Designed to be All Alone

In the beginning, when I was so small.                                                                    
          I had all my brothers, mom & dad & my dolls.

Got somewhat older, had lots of friends.
          Started in dating, with boys that pretend.

 They will say everything, that a girl likes to hear.
          And if you get swept away, they’re running with fear.

Allergic to commitment, scared to lose their freedom,
          Makes men less willing, to see the need in them.

When I was younger, and in all my prime.
          I had so much fun, most all of the time.

But now I am older, and don’t have a mate.
          I don’t have a lover, boyfriend, or date.

I was not designed, to be all alone.
          Eat by myself, not leaving my home.

I raised all my children, two grand-children too.
          Married 3 husbands, and a job serving booze.

The kids are all grown, and all moved away.
          Now mom lives with me, her mind likes to stray.

With all the kids gone, thought my life would come back.
          But mom can’t live alone, so my life can’t be unpacked.

I’m never alone, but it’s just not the same,
          As having a man, and calling his name.

Seeing him working, all sweaty & tanned,
          Or cooking his dinner, or lending a hand.

The smell of a man, right out of the shower,
          Or massaging his muscles, after working for hours.

I wasn’t designed, to be all alone.
          To eat by myself, not leaving my home.

Someday I’ll control, my life once again.
          But for now, my mom, is my closest friend.