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 media
One could lose easily one's mind
Traveling elsewhere to visit
No other solution can I find.
I like my own company most days
I simply must find other ways.