Alone But Not Lonely
I hide in the corner behind a cloud of smoke
Then find myself laughing at a strangers joke
For i seemed to have developed a hobby you see
Quietly sitting back watching people be
I don't want to meet them or learn there name
I just sit back and observe like some kind of game
Regardless of how nice they may seem
To meet them would be disappointing and obscene
For good manners are no more
Just look and shopping malls it's like a guerrilla war
Although i do get some joy from strangers action
Like a child eating an ice-cream with gleeful satisfaction
But still i have no need to talk
I'm more than happy to sit and gawk
Tall people, Short people, fat ladies snorting
And my favorite awkward young lovers courting
Its a quiet existence this life of mine
To be perfectly honest it suits me fine
I'm alone but not lonely
For my house is quiet homely
And as long as i have my stranger friends
I will live like this happy to my end.
Copyright © Simon Jones | Year Posted 2005
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