Born alone die alone here in between

Most of our alones hardly ever seen

Engaging with others one form or another

Living lives communally with sisters and brothers


Most in communion at home and at work

Those choosing to be alone share a special quirk

In company of others where we find our “self”

In most part we are defined by everybody else


One reason or another some choose alone

Rarely find solace in a family home

Often these outsiders artists monks mystics

Are observing others keeping their statistics


Sometimes the observers have a great deal of fame

For them life so different playing their own game

When you ask these icons if they are alone

They say their own drummer is company at the bone


A truth that is certain beyond fortune and fame

Need for other people should never cause us pain

Rejoice in connections with family and friends

Celebrate your unions heal those that need amends


Cherish their good fortunes those you love sing praise

Honor the connections of familial ways

In the end you return to your own alone

Traversing the abyss of your sacred unknown


Who makes up your community?

How do they define and contribute to your life?

Do you acknowledge and thank them?

– Stewart Levine ©

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