Loneliness, is like a high heel shoe,
a single misplaced high tempered brat,
sitting silently in a corner locker,
patiently waiting for a pick up.
Day and night, listening the same beat,
the day has gone when he used to shine,
with the loving and caring hand,
stromping on the road head held high.
The dearie has become prettier,
she needs something better,
a new model,a new trendy fashion,
the old has been offloaded to the bench.
Even now the pair is strong,
Sitting silently at the locker,
They look eagerly at the dearie,
will she put them on?
Pen and paper 