Solitude as Food for Soul---a Poem
There was a time at my early start
when friends were scarce for some crazy fate
loneliness sat heavy on my friendly heart
and yet---perhaps a blessing with not much to hate.
Wandering this world with no compass or map
I met many characters from novels and stages
drawn to me by chance or by some weird mishap
a gallery of faces of all different ages.
Apparently friendly, at least by their pose
with a passing smile measured into a dose
or an emptied bottle that would bring us close.
When I would get a clue what was gong on
it felt like myself being in that room only
and I quietly wished to be left alone
maybe to end up feeling so much less lonely.
At some other times a compliment might come
before me discovering some cosmetic pretenses
as dude would turn out nothing but shallow and dumb
didn't need much more to get back to my senses.
So again, it was me in that room only
while I quietly wished to be left alone
maybe to end up feeling much less lonely.
Well, those times are gone now, at every corner a friend
and yet I cannot lie now and shamelessly pretend,
for there are still times when that past would return
when in the middle of my hosting a very dear friend
reluctant to face it, but forced to learn---
for, again it's myself at my home only
while I may secretly wish to be left alone
perhaps to end up feeling less lonely.