I'm Afraid Of The Lone Man
Just to fit in and get along
I learned to avoid
Approaching a man by himself
Sufficient, perhaps pondering
Or drunk
It wouldn't matter, it is alone
That counts
I saw the looks he drew
Resolved myself to stay inside
Or among friends
Yet here I am and not that long
More and more alone
And I am him, I like him now
Walking alone, waiting for the bus
Where the scattered shyness
When I was a kid
Has been gathering together
JM
1 comment:
a good poem like this gives an understanding and a thrill of recognition that is for some reason very brief and nearly impossible to recapture. I think you've achieved something then, with me anyway. Thanks, i liked that.
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