The Lonely Tide Poem by Sandra Feldman
The Lonely Tide
Like all flowers
Time devours,
Are our lives.
We are here
For such short times,
Those that love
And are loved back
Are the lucky ones!
Those alone
Just feel
Time's fog go by,
Each day as hazy
As any other,
For they have no home
No gradian angel,
To share with
The important moments
That of life they
Gather,
All alone,
Silently suffer
Wishing they
Were made of stone.
And each day,
The Sea of loneliness
They're in,
Keeps extending
Its bitter tide
Slowly killing
From within,
No place to go
No place to hide
The tears that
Slowly flow.
Being alone is the saddest moment of one’s life. The deafening silence of the night makes his tears flow with utter moan...... Well done, dear Ma’am Sandra...10+++🤝
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4/28/2024 12:35:34 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Loneliness - the paradox of an overpopulated world. Beautifully written, very sad. Our lives are indeed like flowers that bloom and fade far too quickly. By contrast, I love the promise recorded by Isaiah that says “ For the days of my people will be like the days of a tree, And the work of their hands my chosen ones will enjoy to the full.” We were designed to live forever.