Lunchtime Thoughts Poem by G. Silver

i
Tis not so bad, I suppose,
If one's exile is self imposed
This selfness does not seem to me
To much of a problem be.
Many before did fade away
In face of light courageous.
There is one thing I learnt today:
That lonely's not contagious.

ii
I'll think I'll go to sleep, you said,
I think I am asleep (instead)
Indeed, in dreams we learn to feel
And hardly care that it's not real.
But soft he is, and sorry not,
He who learns to keep awake.
With tired mind comes tired thought,
And over time its toll will take.

iii
There's a certain pride one seems to find,
In watching those you taught to play.
A certain, solemn, peace of mind,
That in time will direction sway;
He plays the game so well that now,
I rue the day I taught him how.

iv
If one day, Monday, being your day,
Should one day chance to differ thought,
These hosey-nosey things it brings
Would (fancy, freely) matter not.

v
Good morning faith! Where have you been,
In all your grace and splendor?
My good friend faith, the night you've seen,
And did to morning render.