She was standing on the outside…
While mingling with the crowd,
Feeling alone and oh, so blue,
And feeling like she wasn't allowed…
She felt she wasn't allowed to join in,
This happy party she had attended,
Always a flower in the pot…
And never, ever befriended!
Left to feel isolated and alone,
Time and time again,
Oh the pain it invoked in her,
And the feeling of total shame!
What did she do that was so very bad?
That she had such an isolated life,
Was she just an encumbrance?
Her, the neglected and abused wife!
She was the ‘party widow,'
And always attended alone
Feeling so embarrassed…
Wishing she'd stayed at home!
Always the wallflower every time…
There was a function to attend,
Alone again, well of course…
It was expected to the end!
The ‘widow' all her life was she,
All her life she attended alone,
Left to cope and left to her shame,
And all alone in the family home!
Knowing people were chatting…
And seeing them looking her way,
And knowing with all certainty,
She was the centre of the topic that day!
She didn't want to, but she had to lie,
And the bile stuck in her throat,
Going against what she didn't do!
And it would rise and surely choke…
So she stopped attending the functions,
And always stayed away,
Once more knowing for sure,
She was the topic of talk that day!
She always felt so ashamed of herself,
For it was always a forgone conclusion,
That the ‘widow' would attend alone yet again,
Be sure, there was no illusion!
For years she felt so isolated,
No party, no meal and no night out,
So one fine day, she made her choice,
And in her mind, she had absolutely no doubt!
So she packed up her belongings,
Determined and motivated,
To leave the life she had behind,
The life she surely hated!
So she made for the door…
No more the ‘widow' would she be!
Into the sunshine she left behind her pain,
And she started a new life you see!
Now she attends all functions,
And every party she can join in,
Have a laugh with everyone else,
For she prevailed, as she intended to win!
Now everyone knew all those years,
That it wasn't all about her,
And they knew she never wanted to be alone,
They all knew it wasn't fair!!
And now, well she's seen the light,
The error of her ways,
No more the downtrodden woman…
But she'll be happy for the rest of her days!
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