Going it Alone

Going it Alone

What would it be like going it alone
I often asked myself.
What would it be like to live on my own
When all the family had left.

And now - I love the peace
I love the quiet
I love the freedom of soul.

There was a time when peace was not
And a time when quiet was all but forgot,
A time when demands were more than a few,
A time I miss not a lot.

My contentment flows from a heart filled with love,
The love of nature and man.
My quiet is filled with the noises of life
And the hum of a living world.

My freedom comes with no holds barred
As the freedom of mind and soul.
But nothing compares with the freedom I feel
When I hold the remote control.

April 24, 2008