Loneliness Poem by Kevin Hulme

I'll give ‘Larkin' a miss this Whitsuntide,
And all Verse of ‘Byron' I'll set aside.
For the Bells are ringing from a Church near by,
That tell of ‘I do's' and that Mothers cried.
And onto polished shoes Confetti blows,
As by the door the Family's pose.
For so begins from Oaths avowed,
The joys of life that fate endows.
Then; creeping faintly within my Room,
A Lark is heard that lifts the gloom.
It's calling tune is Nature's play,
To find a Mate by Song displayed.
It's known by Couples that walk the Park,
Hand in Hand with the ensuing dark.
Lost forever in the enclosing flow
Of Whispered talk and Love to show.
To the Rhythms and Beat invading the Night,
From the gathering of Souls
beneath the Neon bright.
The gut filled Laughter that's Life-induced,
To be away from care with Friends seduced.
Now the dust motes weave in failing light,
So the ticking Clock does tellingly strike.
To speak wasted Hours, now lost, now gone,
In silent Rooms and my drink for one.