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A poem about being alone |
When one lives alone there are rules Keeping one's mind occupied is a must Living alone is a game of fools I do so and find it a bust. Nobody to talk to all day long Errands I must run alone The boredom knows no end The loneliness one cannot atone. Never hearing another voice except TV One could lose one's mind Trav'ling elsewhere I serve No other solution can I find. I like my own company most days I simply must find other ways. |