Poetry

Alone

For the first time in my life

I really have nothing to say

nobody to say nothing to.

Nobody to look at

nobody to sing to even if I could sing

Nobody to abuse

and sadly enough nobody to drink with.

Not even somebody to listen to me play the piano

which of course you  know I do not play.

Yea look around

you will see the old man

that is me

but

he is always, always, alone

                                                              ~Marc Carver

                                                                                                                          Basingstoke, UK

 

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