Alone

I WAKE UP REACHING FOR MY LOVE JUST TO FIND THAT I'M ALONE WE HAD A GOOD RUN I THOUGHT WE HAD FUN WE LAUGHED TOGETHER AND EVEN CRIED TOGETHER YET YOU LEFT ME HERE ALL ALONE I DREAM ABOUT US KNOWING IN THE END I'M STILL GONNA BE ALONE, TWO MONTHS HAVE PASSED YOU HAVEN'T CALLED OR WROTE I GUESS I REALLY AM ALONE ANOTHER MONTH PASSES I HAVE MEET SOMEONE NEW SHE MAKES ME SMILE IN WAYS YOU NEVER COULD I HAVE A FEELING THAT I'LL NEVER BE ALONE AGAIN A YEAR PASSES I WALK THE WOMAN DOWN THE ILLE TO BEGIN OUR LIFE TOGETHER I NOW KNOW I'M NOT ALONE THREE YEARS PASS I WAKE UP AND KISS MY WIFE AND WATCH MY KIDS PLAY IN THEIR ROOM I SMILE KNOWING I'M NOT ALONE TWENTY YEARS HAVE PASSED AND THE ONLY ONE THAT IS ALONE IS THE ONE THAT LEFT AFTER ALL SHE IS THE ONE THAT IS NEVER HAPPY WITH ONE MAN BUT HER LOOKS HAVE FADED HER HAIR HAS GREYED SHE NEVER GOT MARRIED AND NEVER HAD A FAMILY AND NOW HATES WHAT SHE HAS DONE TO END UP ALL ALONE

by aaron goodson

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There is something about Helen Hunt Jackson that draws me to her poetry. I think it is her soul- she respects life, she watches the days pass with a kindly but intelligent eye, and I think she was a friend to all who crossed her threshhold.. Just look at the warmth and purity of these lines- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - ] We gird against the cold of winter wind Our loins now with mighty bands of sleep, In longest, darkest nights take rest and ease, And every shortening day, as shadows creep O'er the brief noontide, fresh surprises find.
A meaningful sonnet on winter and it's manifestations in the form of snow clad mountains and frozen brooks and darkest as also long nights during the month of december. Thanks for sharing,
Helen Amazing showcase of poetry, keep it up