Pushing Lonely Out the Door
I'm as lonely as the last leaf of autumn,
cold as an ice cube floating in a stiff scotch and water,
tired as a dog digging a hole to china for his bone,
and vain as a rooster crowing at the rising sun.
Yet, in my quietude, I'm a carefree and simple man,
soft as the bottom of a newborn child,
friendly as a fly visiting a picnic, and
curious as a cat exploring a grocery bag.
So, welcome me to your arms as someone in need of loving,
offer me your bed as you would a treasured friend,
wake me in the morning with your smile upon my shoulder,
bless me with your presence for now and forever.
Author: Peter A Witt
Photo: Annie Spratt on Unsplash
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