See how she sits
So alone and afraid
Cradling in her arms
A solitary babe.
The father of the child
He has run
Leaving the mother and child
Without a home.
The tramp
Walks the streets
A dark overcoat
Holed shoes on his feet.
It's so lonely at the top
No friends to surround you
Only enemies and colleagues
Constantly mill around you.
A small boy
Alone in a tall crowd
He can't see a thing
As he looks around.
A man in a quiet room
Shouting so loud
He stands out, on his own
One different in a crowd.
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Author:
Bibbeck (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Everyone can be alone at some point in our existence, and we must therefore always consider others. (English lesson, September 1983, aged nearly 16).
- Category: Reflection
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Comments3
Some people can be their own worst enemy. Excellent poem.
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Great writing, Bibbeck. I like how you alternate between low (tramp) and high (business), short (boy) and tall (man). Somehow you manage for the poem to be relevant to all of us.
I do like it.
Thank-you. Glad that you got the thread Fred 😊 & appreciated it. The world is full of differences & no one of them needs to be alone. Malhalo.
Very poignant!
Thanks WBL. Glad that you appreciated it.
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