There’s nothing as lonesome
As the autumn flower on the hill,
As the restless spirit with no home
And as a survivor with no skill.
Nothing as lonesome as an orphan,
As a single lily in the summer’s pond;
As the superhero with no passion
And as the giant star in the sky beyond.
There’s no one as lonesome as the lost boy
Struggling for survival in the city of churches;
A young man we should discipline and employ
To help the aged and inspire the masses.
Nothing as lonesome as the beam of light
The messenger from the heavens we often see
In the glorious antipodean sky at night
So, let the natural beauty be!
None as lonesome as a solitary dancer
As the homeless man in a deserted park;
As the cold and empty bed of the new settler
And as the old and beautiful landmark.
© Lawrence T. Udo-Ekpo
The Gentle Neophyte
10 years ago