It's My Life

It’s My Life
to cry alone
is what needs to be done
but to laugh alone is not natural
and a very lonely thing to do 
an not much fun

I have never 
had anyone family or friends
that I could ever talk with
 to share any sadness disappointments or heartaches

I was married for twelve miserable years
that was the loneliest time in my long life 
never ever wanted or sought out another wife
to screw up my life

I am now in the twilight of my years
 my health is wonderful great as can be
I don’t know how many more years
I still have remaining on this earth
hope to make the best of the time I have left
to search and find my worth


traveling is what I look forward to
visiting countries across the sea
that would make me very happy 
meeting new people
perhaps they would like to talk with me

since I hardly talk with anyone
and keep my thoughts all to myself
I write down my thoughts best I can
and read them back to me that’s called poetry
for some unexplained reason that gives me comfort
and I don’t feel so all alone 

I had a dog once raised him from a puppy
he was my very best friend to the bitter end
I could talk with him and I do believe he talked to me
he understood my loneliness and kept me sane
Bandit was his name

if for some reason you should feel sad for me 
don’t   I do not want or need your sympathy 
this is the life I chose it to be
believe it or not just for the record I like me
Dennis Davis March 25, 2017
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Pigeon Tart Avatar
March 25, 2017 at 7:26 PM
The pen is a friend indeed, and so is a dog, as my best friend happens to be. But I must say the poetry is lost on her though. ;)
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