Loneliness

What does it mean to be alone? Is it just when you’re on your own? Maybe waiting for ‘them’ to phone Or having no ‘outlet’ to moan!

In ‘these’ times, many are just ‘one’ Only recalling what they’ve done As now it seems there is no fun Can we see our friends? No, none!

But even when we could go out Many probably lived with doubt That this was all it was about Tho’ they daren’t ever say or shout

Even when people are around Loneliness can still there abound It is truly something profound Which things can loneliness compound

So how can we set ourselves free When with others we cannot be? What attitude will help us see That there is far more than just me?