The times we live in are unique,
but these tough times will not be bleak
if blessed by fortune, face to face,
you\'re held in someone’s warm embrace.
And though I’m far from erudite,
in poetry, I’ve learned to write,
but not for those, with someone dear;
they need no one; their loved one’s near!
My pen is poised for them now prone
to sail a stormy sea alone.
I don’t pry and I’m not preaching;
but true love’s within their reaching!
For solitaries, I feel pity.
Now that sounds trite, I know, and shitty,
but I once walked a lonely road,
all friendless, and so I wrote an ode:
to loneliness, for lonely people,
that Christ, (not found in church, with steeple)
they\'d meet along the road they\'d wander,
as I did, when alone I’d ponder.
And loneliness in lock-down city
paints putrid picture far from pretty,
but dawn will break one brighter day
for those who turn to Christ today!