Mar
27th
What would you give for solitude
By Mary B
A poem by David Edwards
Do not mistake solitude for loneliness,
For solitude brings its own friends.
It can bring peace and understanding,
The joyous sound of children laughing Echoing across the years.
The clink of glasses, Raised in ceremonious hope,
A fingertip touch, that meant so much more.
Solitude has time for you,
It can say, Take me home And I will lie with you While you warm your heart In the embers of desire.
It will stand by your side As you watch your first sunrise And still be fresh As that same sun then slips into the pocket Of the coat, worn by night.
- But beware of its rival, For loneliness has no peace.
It cannot understand the joy of solitude.
It will place its hand over the mouths of children And you will try, but fail To hear the laughter that belongs to you.
Its glass lies empty Dashed on the rock of truth,
Its embers have grown cold And leave you shivering As a helpless puppy Who trembles in fear. You stand alone at sunrise,
For loneliness shuns the light of day Preferring its pocket of darkness, Unwilling to see the dawn of truth - So be on your way with solitude
And give no thought to loneliness and its life
Found on the Campaign to end loneliness website
Do not mistake solitude for loneliness,
For solitude brings its own friends.
It can bring peace and understanding,
The joyous sound of children laughing Echoing across the years.
The clink of glasses, Raised in ceremonious hope,
A fingertip touch, that meant so much more.
Solitude has time for you,
It can say, Take me home And I will lie with you While you warm your heart In the embers of desire.
It will stand by your side As you watch your first sunrise And still be fresh As that same sun then slips into the pocket Of the coat, worn by night.
- But beware of its rival, For loneliness has no peace.
It cannot understand the joy of solitude.
It will place its hand over the mouths of children And you will try, but fail To hear the laughter that belongs to you.
Its glass lies empty Dashed on the rock of truth,
Its embers have grown cold And leave you shivering As a helpless puppy Who trembles in fear. You stand alone at sunrise,
For loneliness shuns the light of day Preferring its pocket of darkness, Unwilling to see the dawn of truth - So be on your way with solitude
And give no thought to loneliness and its life
Found on the Campaign to end loneliness website
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