A Loner By Profession
He says he is a loner by profession:
He says he is not a garrulous kind.
He says he needs to be alone
Most of the time.
He is not the family kind.
Ah, he is not even kind!
When he says he is a loner by profession
Tears almost make me blind.
Then he goes and comes
As if he has to follow the tides;
Some bitter rhymes come to me
About naive, young, pretty brides.
Thus it is and it will always be.
Another fable, an unfinished story
To remember when the rain
Slashes the panes, the pain.
Copyright: Rani Turton
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