I´m retired and I´m lonely

I´m retired, and I´m lonely

I´m a creator of worlds, a creator of galaxies, of suns and moons

But I´m lonely

I´m a writer and a composer, a maker of love, a songs and tales-inventer

But when my family is not here, in the mornings –kid at school, hubby at work- I´m lonely as hell

Because I then think of my childhood, of my horribly dead father, of my near dead mum, brother and sister, of my rotten friends… and I then feel lonely

If nothing of this had happened I don´t think I would then feel lonely

With my beautiful body, with my beautiful soul, with my beautiful art