After Billy Collins
At edge of town I once saw Loneliness
sitting with his friend Together
sleeping in a shelter.
I, heading home from nightshift to family,
was alone, not lonely.
But they were there together, huddled
for heat in the long cold night.
Each was all they had.
Soon, on some cold or stormy morning
one would fail to wake.
Then the loneliness would double,
being alone, utterly.
Martin Swords
Nov.2008
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I would like to translate this poem
What a difference there is between being alone and the utter loneliness which so many experience on such a regular basis Martin - and these lost and lonely are everywhere in towns and cities. Thanks for the verse.... warm wishes fro a better future for all the homeless.....from Fay.