Like Rose Bushes

Poem By Robert Rorabeck

I am alone, in spite of love,
In spite of all I take and give—
In spite of all your tenderness,
Sometimes I am not glad to live.

I am alone, as though I stood
On the highest peak of the tired gray world,
About me only swirling snow,
Above me, endless space unfurled;

With earth hidden and heaven hidden,
And only my own spirit's pride
To keep me from the peace of those
Who are not lonely, having died.

Comments about Like Rose Bushes

Sara is such a lovely person. Gone on before.
only my own spirit's pride To keep me from the peace of those Who are not lonely, having died...../// feeling loneliness where the poet move but the gone are always in the panorama of his remembrance and poet feels there companionship happiness///
such a great poignant poem.....great10+++
nicely penned with good use of words and phrases good work, pleez do comment/ review/ write your thoughts on my website & poems 2 thank you :)
Amazing poetry by Sara. Thank you.


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