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Lonely
by louis gander Except for chirping bird or two it's quiet in the park. I hear my feet move through the grass and soon it will be dark.
The air is calm and quiet here and everything seems tame, but world has turned me up-side-down and nothing is the same.
Elusive still, the rainbow's end. My feet are much too slow. And lost forever are the smiles of friends so long ago.
My hands can't catch what finds my nose, and empty, they are still. They cannot catch the fragrance of an outdoor charcoal grille.
I cannot grasp the beautiful, the clouds, so cottony. And children who play much too loud are such a sight to see.
My fingers cannot seem to touch the treasures in my mind. It seems they're much too feeble now to touch what once had rhymed.
My arms are weak and cannot wrap around the ocean's roar, and lost are thoughtful special hugs. My children are no more.
My legs can't seem to carry me. My body's on the brink. But my mind's like the sharpest tack - and I can surely think.
Now if you'd listen for a bit, I'd love so much to share, but loneliness shares memory of which you're unaware.
Because you like to socialize, you laugh your days away - and that way you don't have to live a single lonely day.
I wonder if you only care about your happenings - the drama you create each day and other petty things.
Forgive me for my selfishness, I should have thought things through. I'm sorry that I speak of that instead of only you.
Except for chirping bird or two it's lonely in the park. I hear my feet move through the grass and soon it will be dark.
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