Alone

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Alone

I've been alone for quite awhile.                                                        Feeling like I've been put on a shelf.                                                  It seems that nothing or noone can make me smile.                            So I am alone all by myself.

People wonder why I am the way I am.
I cant say why I feel this way.
I have gotten where I dont really give a damn.
What people have to say.

I am alone and thats how it will be.
Sitting alone waiting and wishing.
We will just have to wait and see.
Maybe I will finally see what I am missing.

The only time I am not alone.
Is when my kids are with me.
They are like my little stone.
That make me feel I can be free.

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A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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