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ALONE

The ship is crowded by the crowd,

The airplane to the last seat,

The bus is loaded down,

The train’s capacity is beat,

The car is jammed with people,

The cab can hold no more,

The wagon has no room,

And bikes aren’t made for four.

Be you one of many souls

On whatever conveyance

On a vehicle’s travel zone

In final, full reality

You / I travel life’s trail Alone.

Alone we were born to our fair mom

Alone we’re born to dad

Alone we’ll always feel

When happenings are so sad.

Alone we learn to ride the bike

Alone we learn to swim

Alone we clamber up the hill

And roll down its side, on a whim.

Alone we pass the last hard class

Alone we run the race

Alone we jump the creek’s broad span

Successful (or on our face).

Alone we apply for that job

Alone we learn to drive

Alone we gather living skills

By which we hope to thrive.

Alone we feel when we fail

Alone and taking the blame

Alone when even at the top;

Loneliness is part of fame.

Alone we get the news from home

Alone we read the letter

Alone we also read the Good Book

To guide us, make us better.

Alone we answer the call

Alone we serve our stay

Alone we leave in truck or plane

And feel alone as we pull away.

From what I see, we’ll die alone,

Alone I say – but let me quickly share

Through the above we were not alone.

God loves us; He was always there!

– eab, 7/25/12

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While on a walk down a deserted track,

Pursuing so far and about to turn back,

My eyes beheld in the midst of a field,

A scene, that to my mind did yield,

Visions of days long passed, of yore,

Imagination supplied the details of “before.” [1]

 

Gone are the boys who slid the stair rail,

The man who returned with the ivory-brimmed pail.

Gone are the boys who read by the fire,

Pumping answers from their reading sire.

Gone is the fair miss, whose smile was near heaven,

The mother whose bread was fluffy with leaven.

 

And gone is the bride from this portal, to her own,

Light heartily laughing, a lady full grown.

Gone are the moments of sorrow and pain,

As are the blissful hours of lawful gain.

Gone are the moments of twinkle and mirth,

Shared by mortals who’ve passed from this earth.

 

The candle lights the study nevermore.

The flickering flames dance not on the floor.

The wood is decayed – the wall is rent,

The windows are gone, the roof is bent.

The shell of a house lies cold in the sun,

Its usefulness over, its story all run.

 

And only the mind sees the scenes of the past,

Realizing that memories alone will last.  -eab 2/79


[1] Was out thinking and praying along old RR track west of Friendsville, Tennessee (near old quarry where we got a fair amount of dead and/or down wood) and my imagination caught these sights. 

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