When morning wears crown, <br />with white light of early dawn <br />When the sun goes down, <br />and day removes its gown <br />When night shows frown, <br />and stars brighten up their town <br /> <br />i feel alone <br /> <br />When quaking eve arrives, i bemoan <br />there in no one of my own <br />When tantalizing spring, <br />glamorizes the lawn <br />Ah! all the desires, now have flown <br />None to reckon upon <br />like a bird, being tied to pinion <br /> <br />i feel alone <br /> <br />'In fall season, <br />when storms rigadoon <br />to me, no shelter is known <br />not any shoulder to rest on <br />When cuckoo sings, <br />in summer's morn <br />Indeed! I am hapless and forlorn <br />Life always glares with scorn' <br /> <br />I feel alone<br /><br />Jensen Hood<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-m-always-alone/
