So, life has no meaning & we all die alone?
True or not; I’m no fan of the dramatic tone.
Give me the facts & don’t editorialize.
I can process cold truths without guides to advise.
I open my door, my mail, my heart & my self.
Yet, my blank old dance card gathers dust on yon shelf.
I have good manners, charm & occasional wit.
I’m nowhere near rich; nor am I a lazy tit.
I am truly singular…for best or better.
I’m meaning. I’m never alone, if I’ve letters.

