Loneliness
Single and alone
Some call him
a rolling stone
doesn’t know why
the wind blows
but loves the sound
of chimes
as he watches the stars
and the evening moon
wonders about his death
someday
wonders if it will be on
a lonely Monday
and wants to be
carried on a long cart
back home
love the poem!
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