I Was Single For A Long Time

I Was Single For A Long Time And Felt Very Much Alone In The World, And Talk Of Family Values Upset Me Very Much At That Phase In My Life, Because I Used To Think: 'what About People Like Me?

Some Socks Are Loners They Can't Live In Pairs.

On Waterloo Bridge Where We Said Our Goodbyes, The Weather Conditions Bring Tears To My Eyes. I Wipe Them Away With A Black Woolly Glove And Try Not To Notice I've Fallen In Love On Waterloo Bridge I Am Trying To Think: This Is Nothing. You're High On The Charm And The Drink. But The Juke-box Inside Me Is Playing A Song That Says Something Different. And When Was It Wrong? On Waterloo Bridge With The Wind In My Hair I Am Tempted To Skip. You're A Fool. I Don't Care. The Head Does Its Best But The Heart Is The Boss- I Admit It Before I Am Halfway Across

When A Poem Doesn't Work, The First Question To Ask Yourself Is, 'am I Telling The Truth?'

I Always Tell Students That Writing A Poem And Publishing It Are Two Quite Separate Things, And You Should Write What You Have To Write, And If You're Afraid It's Going To Upset Someone, Don't Publish It.