Sonnet 75: Solitude
Solitude that is now part of my life
Since my love was swiftly taken from me
It cuts through the joy of life like a knife
As for the future and what that will be?
The city with rows of married houses
Can be an empty place in which to dwell
And the High Street shops in which one browses
Can stifle and become a kind of hell.
But I have the dog and we go for walks
Along a soft sandy beach on warm days
Where with other dog owners I have long talks
And then go off on our separate ways.
You have to take all what life throws at you
With a positive heart for all things new.
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