Poetry Monday :: Cheer the Lonely

Right now I do not think that the loney ones need to be cheered. It's the families pent up with one another, suffering from cabin fever, who needs cheering. Sorry folks - another bitter poem from a grumpy, old Owl.

When you're lonely you can go to the loo.
No discussions of texture and hue
of your favourite chair

When you're lonely you don't have to look
for your glasses, your pen and your book
they're rigth there.

When you're lonely, you decide what to cook,
Where to sit, where to go, where to look.
How to share.

When you're lonely in short, you're the boss.
You decide on which rivers to cross
to get where.