Cold and shuddering are <br />My hands <br />Up in this dull place called home <br />I wait for a call night and day <br />To relieve me of my lonesomeness <br />But nothing happens <br />So I waste away until my dream is dead <br />And so am I <br />But still I wait <br />Night and Day <br />To have some sort of company <br />But life is short and so am I <br />And I have not many more lines to write <br />So I shall leave this note upon my desk <br />And when, maybe, some one comes around to look <br />They'll find a pile of dust and this note <br />Wishing for some company <br />But only then will they know my hearts at rest and so am I <br />As this pile of dust on the <br />Floor<br /><br />Taylor Scherer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/company-5/
