Monday, 1 September 2014

More poetry - sorry

Another one for your delectation.


 


 

Alone

It's awful being alone some say

No one to talk to, no one to play with

Silence, an empty chair, an empty bed

No shared laughter or tears

A sad existence on your tod.


 

It's great to be alone say others

No one to argue with, no one to fight with

Silence, a choice of chair, a roomy bed

Laugh or cry at will

A happy existence on your tod.


 

The difference?

Choice

Aloneness enforced is a swine

In a world of noise and bustle

Loneliness and silence

Hell

Aloneness chosen is a blessing

In a world of noise and bustle

Quietude and peace

Bliss


 


 

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