A single rose with thorny stem
On mother nature`s tattered hem
Which no-one cares to steal away
So left to wither and decay

And just one tear-dropp on the hand
Brushed upon the dusty sand
To be consumed into the earth
As one which has no lasting worth

There stands alone a single tree
No leaf upon it you will see
Beneath it grows no bush or flower
Empty, barren, silent bower

A lonely candle burning bright
Extinguished rudely in the night
Leaving shadows set behind
The shuttered windows in the mind

To tread a path that leads nowhere
(None to love, none to care)
A battered old grandfather clock
Marking time - tick tock, tick tock

A single petal on the bloom
A single chair, an empty room
A place of silent solitude
A place with loneliness imbued