LONENESS

The clock ticks...
Days tips by...
Weeks passes by
Months passes like
Seconds.
And years as
Days.
With seasons
Coming
And going as men
With their to and fros
And passions
Fighting
for all;
Not knowing that all
Will go
Somewhere someday.
And none to go
With
But Lonesome to
Die,
And be buried in
Loneness .