This is what my life has come to...

This is what my life has come to, year after year....
taking my mother grocery shopping while discussing underwear.
Watching my fellow Americans with shopping carts come and go
with junk food and 8 packs of coke waddling and wading to and fro
arguing about politics even though they'll never vote anyway
spending credit on nothing that amounts to anything all day.

This is what my life has come to, week after week...
living alone, unable to find another woman, to whom I want to speak
no one who isn't married or in a relationship that is "serious"
this is modern romance, no talking, just texting, so delirious!
watching the lovers walk hand in hand, but only on the movie screen
Facebook status updates, it's complicated or somewhere vaguely in between.

This is what my life has come to day after long day...
writing out the same old poetry like I have nothing left to say.
Watching TV shows with relationships that I can only dream of
taking online quizzes, trolling dating websites, looking for love.
And sex doesn't even come into it anymore than I can look for porn
something has been lost and I don't even remember for what I should mourn.

This is what my life has come to hours after hour...
Well, it is time to go back to bed, right after a long cold shower.
I will drop down into sleep, after a prayer or two for my soul to keep.
Perhaps my Jane will stop me from the precipice, that lover's leap.
For when I do have to awaken, I will have to face another share
of taking my mother shopping, discussing our underwear!