Lonely is the king-sized bed
That only sees one resting head
The other left and gone away
Love was gone and hearts can stray.
Love is not a trivial game
Of winning points with one’s old flame
It is hard work and worthy too
And worth the love she gives to you.
I have been blessed these many years
Lonely, one of my great fears
But I’ve worked hard and so has she
My darling gives her love to me.
©Joe Wilson – Lonely is the king-sized bed…2015