The Loner

He sat in his empty room
Staring at four walls
Sreaming shouts of loneliness
No answer to his calls

Yet, this loner's isolation
to which there seemed no end
Could have all been swept away
If he had only found a friend

A friend would be a person
That would rid him of his strife
and give him peace and happiness
A longing love of life

But the loner could not plant the seed
to make a friendship grow
Instead he pondered weary thoughts
Of misery and woe

Then one long and lonely day
This man sat up in bed
and picking up a loaded gun
He held it to his head

A playmate from my youth
The man that I now mourn
memories of my childhood
are now forever torn

Life is a strange adventure
The good times and the bad
Some days are filled with happiness
Today I'll just feel sad