Alone
Born alone die alone we’re here in between
Most of our alones hardly ever seen
Engaging with others in one form or another
We live our lives communally with sisters and brothers
Engaged in communion at home and at work
Those who chose to live alone might have 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 to be alone
They do not find their solace in a family home
Often these outsiders artists monks or mystics
Always observing others while keeping statistics
Sometimes these observers have a great deal of fame
For them life is different as they play out their game
When you ask these critics if they are alone
They say their own drummer is company at the bone
The truth that is certain beyond fortune beyond fame
Our need for other people should never cause us pain
Rejoice in your connections with family and friends
Celebrate your unions heal those that need amends
Cherish the good fortunes of those you love sing praise
Honor the connections of familial ways
In the end you will return to your own alone
As you traverse the great abyss of the sacred unknown
Who makes up your community?
How do they help define you?
How do they contribute to your life?
How have they helped you get to be who you are?
What would be the best way for you to thank and acknowledge them?
