Down the street and through the wooded paths
Filled with the scent of other seasons that have passed,
I wonder at the flowers and rest beneath the trees,
The friends of my loneliness are none other than these.
I feel lonelier still when I am in other's company,
People swarming, laughing, dilating, talking 'round me,
And yet I am bereft, for which one thinks of me?
I take a walk alone; Nature is less cruel, you see.
When people are preoccupied; lost in their own -
I want someone to understand, and yet to be solitary,
With the flowers and trees that I have known,
Down through the forests and fields I walk, I walk alone.
beautifully written. i can so understand the words and relate to them. thank you for sharing
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very good poem i think u put it nicely