Will one day someone see me 
And fall in love at once 
Then will he come and tell me 
Or just leave me with a hunch

A feeling that he might care 
Or a knowledge to hold close 
To shake apart my feelings 
Stop living like a ghost

I only want a simple life 
Some love, a hand to hold 
Someone to turn and talk to 
As I am growing old 

Why does that seem 
Too much to ask 
Of this cruel 
Heartless world

Why does that seem 
Too much to ask 

Why should that be 
Too much to need 

Someone to share a book with 
Someone who doesn't mind 
If your hands become arthritic 
Or your eyes get almost blind

Someone who clearly treasures 
Each new line in your face 
Someone who dearly measures 
The quickening of life's pace

Someone who wants to be there 
When each day's work is done 
Someone who wakes beside you 
With every rising sun 

Why does that seem 
Too much to ask 
Of this cruel 
Heartless world

Why does that seem 
Too much to ask 

Why should that be 
Too much to need 

I'm fine alone, I tell myself 
And most of the time, I am 
But sometimes I get lonely 
And crave for just one man

Who wants to build 
One world, with me 
A man who sees 
What I can see 

A man who sees 
What I can see 

Why should that be 
Too much to need 

A man who sees 
What I can see 

Why should that be 
Too much to need

Poem by Alice C. Bateman

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