My poor soul; afraid to look-
Thinks he's read me, closed the book,
Moved on now, to brighter things-
But no one's told my heart- it sings.
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How true we're our own company. Being alone does not mean being lonely. Liked the whole poem but mostly the last line.
The last look at life will always be alone; let's just hope what we gaze upon is the Paradise that awaits our homecoming. That last stanza is superb. Wonderful writing.
Like this one Patti - guess being alone is a different from being lonely.