Dinner is done, conversation ceases,
Music strikes up, loudly insistently,
Couples dance, hectically chaotically,
Lone lady ponders on the rhythm of life.
Lone lady listening at a distance reflecting,
Floating in memories of love and affection.
Love and affection always remaining,
Now intrinsically in her very being.
Strength of memories, of love and affection,
Like impenetrable armour to guide and
This lady is not lonely, but happy to be
The lone lady who listens and is pleased, just