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Saturday, June 18, 2005

The Poets' Society

I was walking home just now and sentences started swimming around in my head and hence, this cultivated in the birth of yet another poem.

LONELINESS

All my life I've wanted to be
Part of a group whom I know will love me
But now I'm older and I've seen
That all these were just idealistic dreams

To stand on the outside looking in
Feelings of hurt and resentment churning within
To know that I'll never truly be a part of them
Triggers a fountain of tears from which loneliness stems

But one thing I know for sure
That God will be forever here
He remains the same forevermore
A companion to me, of which I'm grateful for

I know that He'll hold my hand
And walk beside me through foreign lands
He has promised that I'll never walk alone
And strongly to this promise I will hold

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