Walking Alone Poem by Josephine J.W

Down the street and through the wooded paths
Filled with the scent of other seasons that have passed,
I wonder at the flowers and rest beneath the trees,
The friends of my loneliness are none other than these.

I feel lonelier still when I am in other's company,
People swarming, laughing, dilating, talking 'round me,
And yet I am bereft, for which one thinks of me?
I take a walk alone; Nature is less cruel, you see.

When people are preoccupied; lost in their own -
I want someone to understand, and yet to be solitary,
With the flowers and trees that I have known,
Down through the forests and fields I walk, I walk alone.