The Lonely Man Poem by Mike Farris Jr.

The lonely man



The lonely man sits on a bench
Resting his legs and pondering his thoughts
Sitting by himself, no company at hand
Waiting for someone to come along
Only objects before him are his friends
Days will pass and nights will fall
Still waiting for company he remains alone
Thoughts to share, but no one to accept
No ears to listen
No one to object
Just the wind in the trees
The only voice that speaks back
His one true friend now
Is simply a cool breeze
Little did the lonely man know
His friends were all around
They were there the whole time
Disguised in simplicity
The lonely man is lonely no more
No longer does he frown
No longer is he sore

Mike Farris Jr.

2/02/09