All I wanted,
was to be alone.
Alone with my books,
alone with my thoughts,
alone with my music,
alone with my writing.
I realize,
or I am beginning to realize,
that being alone, is no way
to live a life.
Being alone is enjoyable,
at least to me,
for a certain period of time.
After that period of time,
being alone, just becomes,
well, plain old lonely.
I'm not saying I like people,
or that I like the society I live in.
Because, I assure you, I don't.
But there is a point when
you need to get out, and interact.
Say 'hello, ' and meet some new people.
Look for the good qualities in people,
not immediately notice the bad ones.
It's difficult for me to do these things,
but challenges are part of life.
And I'm not ready to miss out on life.
From now on, I intend to live life.
And I intend to live it well.
And to think, I almost missed the boat,
with all my loneliness.
A very nice poem Sometimes I forget that too-but its very lonely to be lonely.Pia
nice one again. its very good advice. i think i should try it!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
good write. you seem like a nice guy, so maybe if you put down the pen and paper for a while and started talking, you wouldn't be so lonely anymore. love always lindsay