Tonight’s the night I cried again.

I sometimes feel all life’s a pain.

When my allotted time has run.

I won’t be so sad to say at last it’s done.

I am one who’s talked and listened.

To desperate stories of lonely souls.

But tonight is the night of my melancholy.

When all my past comes back to haunt me.

I can’t explain why I get so low.

But as before I know tomorrow it will go.

I start again with hope renewed.

How lucky that tears don’t leave a stain.

At last I think I understand the old.

Why sometimes they appear so cold.

The longer you live the more that needs forgetting.

But all that seems to fade away is where I put my glasses just today.

Or the training I missed yesterday.

Selective memory must be such a blessing.

To be able to forget just who I’m missing.

Is it wrong or should I care.

For those who are no longer there.

Some are dead and some just missing.

But all are in my head alive and some are kicking.

On this lonely night of my melancholy.