Alone

Alone I used to be happy, wearing my designer shoes But all that is left is substance misuse and booze I feel that I am stuck tight in a rut with glue All day, every day I just feel blue. How did I end up like this In this endless tiss?? I left school with qualifications galore 3 years later, a first at Uni I held in my hand. Climbing the corporate ladder Was all that did matter A husband and then two Sons I did bear Money, big houses, private education, holidays and fancy clothes we did wear. A large hedge fund – we were at the top of the tree I was floating along, so effortlessly, like a bee. Then we took a huge bash From the stock market crash. Clumsily we did fall No more holidays, houses or fancy balls Doctors appointments began Although we wanted to, we didn’t run For my husband it was a fatal heart attack I would never get him back Our sons had grown up and moved away With new families and careers they didn’t stay Career, house and loved ones left me alone Everything now blown My memories – that’s all I have that stays I never get out to play It is only to the off licence I regularly attend For another bottle or three – whatever the trend I am so alone.