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?

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