Saturday, February 3, 2007


With all the people in the world
Then why am I alone
I ask myself this question
The answer is unknown

The house is big but empty
The boys have moved away
The dog is still here with me
Until he dies he’ll stay

My husband’s always working
He hasn’t much to say
His presence is unnoticed
Because he’s gone each day

I stay at home too often
Sitting on a chair
Because I can no longer work
Life seems to be unfair

This big old house is empty
A home I should enjoy
It’s not the answer to my life
A life not filled with joy

I know I’ll be less lonely
If anyone will stay
And maybe watch a movie
They won’t be in my way

So where are all the people
And can they not come here
To sit and bring me comfort
And a little bit of cheer

By, Randee Saber 4/15/06