He was writing his sermon.
He'd locked his room.
He wanted none to break his thoughts.
No one would ever disturb him.
He was alone, alone, alone.
He was fixing his false teeth,
behind closed doors.
He wanted none to peep in on his secret.
No one would want to know if he had teeth.
He was alone, alone, alone.
He was counting his coins,
in the darkness of his shabby hut.
He wanted none to know his wealth.
No one wanted his meager sum.
He was alone, alone, alone.
You and I are all like them,
locked behind our own doors,
not wanting to be pried into.
Not knowing how isolated we are.
We are just alone, alone, alone.
There is so much truth n this poem but greatness and deep insight into the human behavior and condition, too. Don't want to ever forget it, so to my favorites.
How true and well said, How very sad. But true, true, true!
Privacy is cherished by all. But the need for privacy is not at the cost of camaraderie, for man is a social animal
Yes, we are alone counting our deeds and misdeeds. Are we really alone or someone within us watches us silently?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wow! a very good poem...... loved it...........