when there is nowhere that I do belong <br />life seems lonelier than on any other day <br /> <br />and while other people are happy and gay <br />it’s just another day that comes along. <br />On a sunny summer Sunday <br /> <br />while outside the kids do gambol and play, <br />for some kind of companionship I do constantly long, <br />(life seems lonelier than on any other day) <br /> <br />and I have lost my faith somewhere along the way, <br />while hour after hour the lonesomeness gets strong <br />On a sunny summer Sunday <br /> <br />none of my heartaches and memories does go away <br />and on the street I am only one among the throng, <br />(life seems lonelier than on any other day) , <br /> <br />all of my thoughts do yesterday portray <br />and something tells me that I have gone too far wrong, <br />On a sunny summer Sunday <br />life seems lonelier than on any other day. <br /> <br />[Reference: “Sunday morning coming down” by Kris Kristofferson.]<br /><br />Gert Strydom<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/on-a-sunny-summer-sunday-villanelle/
