February turned up and love competitions fill the air,
My story isn’t in the running; a solo soul has no heart to care.
How do I participate in this fetish for triviality when I have no Valentine?
My heart twists because I have no one to call just mine.
And then, whoosh, reality dashes in!
What are you doing on the floor? Didn’t you hear the doorbell ring?
I pep me up. Give myself a mental hug, kiss, and a swift kick!
C’mon, girl you got to grin and bear it.
Remember those with no arms to get a hug?
And you sit there, feeling sorry because no one returned your hug?
Forget the tears and start to smile.
This self-pity isn’t worthwhile.
There’s a reason why there’s no one special for you.
Maybe there’s isn’t just one person, but a hundred who need you.
Go out there and find what they need.
Make sure they get it, have enough to eat.
And while you’re out there, do get them a warm bed to sleep.
Get them a roof over their heads and tell them to hold their head up high.
Give them a reason to build another life.
Don’t be special for just one person but make a thousand hearts smile!