Loneliness
Loneliness is not a pain,
But a feeling that one can’t explain;
A sort of a downcast silent regret,
Or a longing for something we can not get.
A feeling of sorrow, then “don’t care,”
A little encouragement, then despair;
A wish for something we had before
That’s passed away to return no more.
A selfish sympathy, one’s melancholy,
Then tries to cheer up and wants to be jolly.
Next, we’re lost in a reverie,
The joys of life we can not see.
Keep building castles in the air,
’Till finally one thinks he’s a millionaire—
Then we suddenly awake to realize
We’re living on earth and not in the skies.
Forget yourself and move about,
And loneliness will soon “clear out.”