Solitude

With the ocean vast and wide

It is with me a source of pride

that I can live on and on and on.

How easy to forget this when

solitude stops being a blessing

and becomes more of a curse, of

a crone, ancient and wizened who hated humanity

or of a god with a grudge to bear who invented

the curse of solitude, loneliness as a cross to bear

for all who choose this way for better or for worse.

But mostly it’s OK with me

not to have another sharing my space  –

and all that goes with that. In fact

I wouldn’t have it any other way. Not

now I have thrown away the holy cow.

Of singles and DVD’s and bottles of wine.

I like my beer strong, my women weak

and solitude all week long.

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