Lonely man standing in a barren field
waiting for love to arrive
From cradle to grave without hope
just trying to survive
Through cold winter nights, hot summer days
no one by his side
Searches his memories but can't seem to find
when his heart died
Underneath the heavy ever pouring rain
misery drowns him so
No one to share in his despair
the pain does flow
Lonely man standing in a barren field
waiting for love to arrive
Stands there every day and night
holding every tear he's cried
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An insightful depiction of loveless life in lonely deplorable condition of depression, well articulated and nicely penned in poetic diction with conviction. Lovely piece of poetry that portrays stagnation of life at its lowest ebb. Thanks for sharing Roger. Please read my poem THE OBSESSIVE AGONY OF LUST.