WHEN I’M ALONE.
When I’m alone my mind’s beset.
And loneliness could be a threat.
But I’m not lonely on my own.
Somehow I like to be alone.
The sort of company I prefer.
Is where loneliness does not occur.
I feel that I have been set free.
Without most human company.
I like to be with living things.
To enjoy what nature brings.
I take long walks all on my own.
I have no need for chaperone.
I don’t feel lonely with my pet.
No better company have I met.
And I have spent so many hours.
In pleasant company of flowers.
I don’t feel lonely in the trees.
I don’t feel lonely in the breeze.
And even in the wildest storm.
Nature’s creatures keep me warm.
I spent my youth on mountain trail.
Alone I would the peaks assail.
The birds, the insects and the sheep.
Were company for me to keep.
You could end up in such a mess.
Coming to terms with loneliness.
It‘s so much better now I’m seeing.
I’m only lonely with human beings.
It lifts a weight from off my mind.
To feel I’m not of human kind.
For now I feel both proud and strong.
Because I know I don’t belong.
Do not believe ‘all’ that you’ve read.
For ‘all’ is not how I have said.
I would not want to misconstrue.
There are good people, just like you.
Sometimes I miss your company.
That does not mean that I’m lonely.
For I know when you depart.
You’ll still remain within my heart.
B. Withers 2011