Alone
At night with
Day sounds gone
Comfort is found
Sitting alone
Wearing no crown
Ambition waning
Preparation for sleep
You think of life
People you knew
Many now laid to rest
Left with just a few
Can’t show them much
They wouldn’t understand
Different language
Or maybe
Just a different plan
Life is that
Draws us apart
Something not known
At the start
Many paths taken
From there to here
Dreams have been forsaken
Reality’s tender tug
Makes things clear
Reflection takes place
Happy with your bets
You think about the
Game called life
Played it the right way
You think
There are no regrets
Stanski
February 15, 2023, ^
Steve Haarman 