LONELINESS

Trudge this world alone I must,
For all I have is my mind,my sense.
Everything else is but dust,
Alone must I dwell within my fence.

I ask for nothing,nothing you hear:
This world has nothing,nothing dear;
Everything that seems to be of worth
Always to sorrow does it give birth.

To be alone is not so bad,
T'is the best that can be had;
To tread upon the sands of time
Looking for verse and rhyme.

Aye,such a life a poet must live
Loneliness is for his mind a sieve
A filter through which all beauty appear
Whether his mind be in joy or fear.
So leave me be,leave me you hear?
To no one do I long to be near,

Just me,my thoughts alone,
Alone,alone,so alone.....