Loneliness

Loneliness There is a magical, mesmerizing music in the air, Birds drunk with happiness, their hearts they bare, The joy is exclusive for them, no- not for me to share. I am lonely, very lonesome, my laments can you hear? The clouds roam in thick clusters in the evening sky, The bees sing in unison as they in joyous circles fly, No one is there to sing with me, or to hold my hand. I am lonely, very lonesome, do you understand?! I trudge along all alone; there is no one to call my own. When I eat or sleep, laugh or cry, even in pain if I moan There is not a soul for me, no one, both morn and night. I am sad, very sorrowful, should I accept my sorry plight?