Alone

Eating alone, Like clapping with one hand Satisfies none, Just where is the fun? Cooking for one, Much the same, Just to please me? That's insane... A communal event, With his death it sure went, Now bachelor micro- meal Is all that does appeal, And setting a table, Seems more than I'm able, Then there's pots to clean, The thought too obscene, A sigh all you'll hear When dinner time grows near, Cause it ain't fun anymore, Without the dad I adore