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10/30/2024 for Free Verse Poetry Contest sponsored by Emile Pinet

All Alone

In the front yard, I see cars,
going places, who knows where.
In the backyard, I see trees,
leaves fluttering in the wind.
White clouds drift in a sky of blue,
butterflies flit from here to there.
The world goes on and on,
and I am all alone.

In the classroom, lots of kids
doing work the teacher gives,
in the playground young ones play,
boys and girls in their own style,
on the playground, year on year, 
a cacophony of children's shouts,
sounds, forever, on and on,
and I am all alone.

Jobs, careers, marriages too,
religion, books, philosophy,
life's phases pass one to another - 
in one, out one, then the next.
Years, in cycles, years like wheels,
on tricycles, bicycles, and cars,
and one day, wheelchairs,
going places, who knows where,
And I am all alone.
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Greenhough Avatar
October 31, 2024 at 10:36 PM
Being alone has become the common condition. Someone said to me, "don't you have a cat?". Yep. Not quite alone. I liked reading this.
Fowler Avatar
October 31, 2024 at 9:13 AM
We come in alone. We go out alone. I love your simile of years and wheels. Very nice Dave! :)
Crandall Avatar
October 31, 2024 at 2:53 PM
Yep, ultimately, I think that's true. Thanks elle!
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