Alone Is a Being

Alone is a Being Alone is a palpable being; A being that will sit by a cordless phone, And wait for just a robo call To break the silence, and Alone will go to the computer, Look up that number, killing time, Only to find a scammer, Alone resumes his easy chair, and Alone will flip through the closet, “I’ll clean that out someday,” Alone reads a book, writes some verse, Hums an old song on his way. Alone stares at the evening birds, Daydreams in front of a blaring TV No interest in the picture, Finds a rerun, a cookie, Snickers, and Alone tries to focus on a pick me up, A memory, new mown grass, “This, too, shall pass,” and then Wanders through the needy house; tho Alone is never lonely.