No.314
5th March 2003

-- Independence --

Independence is a curse
No one to cuddle no one to nurse
No one to bring a cup of tea
No words of comfort or sympathy

No one who knows your every thought
When the flowers should be brought
Or when the poems sent again
To warm the heart to ease the pain

So if you independence need
Then my love oh do take heed
It's a lonely life inside your head
For all alone, emotion's dead