The Sunny Side of Alone

 

I often sit here on the sunny side of alone

and wonder how I came to be the "me"

that I am,

here and now, indeed.

I search the darkness of the sunbeams

That pass me by, illuminating

all, but answers

I seek, that I need.

 

How can one wish to love and be loved so,

only to have those needs dashed

and trashed,

tossed away like so much dirt?

How can others find the things that we all seek

and yet others find only emptiness

in its place,

filling a heart's hurt?

 

Why do moonbeams bathe love's glow upon

others' lives and yet not on mine?

Why does happiness elude

my every try?

Could it be that there are those of us who are

somehow less, or even less than less,

who deserve nothing more

than another time to cry?

 

Of mysteries in this life, there are many,

but this is the greatest of them all.

Why do some laugh

and others only die?

So I sit here lonely in the crowd of those I know,

seeing around corners lighted

by the music in my mind

and wonder why I stay here on

the sunny side of alone.

 

When there is no other way to say "Thank you," give of yourself.
To Sage: I cannot say "thank you" enough for your help and support.

 

 

© 2000 J. James, all rights reserved.

 

 

 

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