Loneliness of the Human race

      Loneliness of the Human race

Loneliness is a state of mind

 a curse that’s gifted to all human

kind.....

The complexity of the human race

 our interactions when face to

face, all our human failings

 we embrace.....

Acceptance of what we see and do

 will determine if this loneliness

 will cling to you…

In the midst of a roaring crowd

 loneliness will abound, Ti’s part

of the mystery of me and you

 this loneliness can be so very true.....

Except loneliness will strike one day

 when your usefulness is on the wane

 when others have milked you dry

 and they hang you out to die.......?

Kids, who wants them?

Peter Wicks 2010

The Lonely old Man

The Lonely old Man

Not a soul ever knew

The burdens he bore

His life and existence

All  heartache he saw

He carries it with him

Where ever he goes

Even to deaths door

Like so many we see

That passes by and by

Nondescript old humans

Who shuffle along

Not a glance is given

They just didn’t belong

He had a family

Who cast him adrift

His usefulness is over

Like many of the old

Now total misfits

In your midst

The lonely old man

Has a story to tell

Of a life spent on caring

For the ones that he loved

Of force misguided trust

The family of “takers”

Not one of them gives

The love and affection

                                As this old one often did

So as you go upon your way

Pass a fleeting glance

Down your life’s highway

Take a closer look

At these grey old men

Your old dad could be

The cast-off remnants

Of one of them

Peter Wicks