My bed is big
But it is cold
I hoped it's warmed
Before I grow old
I hope someday someone
Will share it with me
I've always heard that's the way
That it's supposed to be
But every night
I sleep alone
In my big cold bed
In my lonely home
12-10-05/RjH
Submitted 3-15-14
Ray Hansell
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/alone-1085/
