WHY ME?

WHY ME?

I see them everywhere
Old ladies all alone
Some at church on Sunday
Some on the telephone;
I see ladies with ladies
As they bowl or shop
Sometimes at a dance
Line dancing 'til they drop.

Widows and divorcee's
Living by themselves
Spending Christmas solo
With Santa and his elves;
Awaking alone on birthdays
No-one to share their cake
Baking for just one now
While praying for a date.

Soon the months turn into years
And a decade has passed
These ladies give up hope
As the ages fly by fast;
They look into the mirror
Still liking who they see
But wondering where the men are
As they ask the glass "Why me?"