A Different Kind Of Lonely Poem by John Yaws

It is a different kind of lonely-
You encounter as you age.
All the scars and wrinkles on me-
Are the type on my front page.

They are road maps I have traveled-
They are the stops along the way-
All the plans that came unraveled,
Of both today and yesterday.

It's a different kind of lonely-
Sometimes better, often worse-
And you think, "If I could only-
Turn around and lift this curse."

But, alas, that's gone forever-
It seems we just go on and on-
Old acquaintances we sever-
In a crowd we're all alone.

It is a different kind of lonely-
It hurts worse with every breath-
I am persuaded that we'll only-
Escape the pain with coming Death