Ah,Ha!
You sit and laugh at me you say
All Alone in your little home
The room has just a worn
blanket to give warmth
Not a soul here to warm your soul
And, still, you laugh at me,
Because I show concern
Tom, Dick and Harry would
Let the fireplace show no burn
Yes, this little scene is sad, but,
What makes it sadder still,
Is that you will be alone tomorrow,
Yet, you don't even know it, still . mda
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