There is company in solitude, alone with memory,
the quiet crackle of a fire place fire.
It does not take much to fuel the flames
or revel in life’s joy, desire,
with poetry to capture them.
No,
I don’t miss people, once in a while.
Not a bit.
There is company in solitude, alone with memory,
the quiet crackle of a fire place fire.
It does not take much to fuel the flames
or revel in life’s joy, desire,
with poetry to capture them.
No,
I don’t miss people, once in a while.
Not a bit.