BELL OF THE BALL
Who has it all!
The glamour
The glitz
Every gown that fits
The bright lights of the town
Yet you still wear a frown
The furs
And fleurs
The diamonds and pearls
You drink cocktails in the swankiest bars
Alone!
You watch the crowds
The couples
That surrounds
Making their own sounds
You’re all alone
Watching
Waiting?
Anticipating
You turn your head slightly
A hint of a smile
That can be seen from a mile
Is it your man?
Or an others hand
That waves in the throngs
In this world and land
Of yours
Lonely and forlorn
With all the riches
With loads of hitches
That cannot be stitched
With the finest of stitches
It’s a black and white world
A biosphere
Minus its atmosphere
Where you see free
And carefree
I see loneliness
A real lonesomeness
I know I live in this world
Of seclusion
Exclusion
From the ordinary
Conventional
Everyday
© Teresa Joseph Franklin
16th January 2014
All Rights Reserved
