Living Alone

My apartment for one
Faces the street
But few cars come or go by.
The woman next door is a shut -in
The neighbor in back prefers quiet.

The man across the road is laid off.
His car sits unused in the drive-way
While his wife rushes from job to house
With no time for chatting.

My car is parked out side my door
But I get so bored with driving,
And I can't find that special place
Where I want to be.

The birds in the trees or coming from nests
Entertain me with feeding and bathing.
But they never answer when I speak
From the chair on my deck.

I have a solution to my situation
Firmly tucked in my mind.
A commune I have never seen
But I think it might be for me.

A building with private rooms for retreating
A huge country kitchen with an old oaken table,
A room built 'round a fire place,
Both with plenty of seating. .

People with careers coming and going
Bringing outside news to the stay-at-home crowd
All, anxious to tell their daily experience
With any who care to listen.

Sharing, chores or feelings,
Interests and jobs or what-ever we please,
Seems better to me at this point in time
Then spending the days on my deck
In a one-way conversation with birds.