A place by the fire in my old arm chair, <br />I am alone with no one my fire to share. <br />The crackling of logs burning bright, <br />Consoling me in my weary plight. <br />Shadows playing on ceiling and wall, <br />Ghosts past and present coming to call. <br />Outside the wind howls and moans. <br />Reminding me of my aching bones. <br />I am in the grip of melancholy deep, <br />Just past rendezvous I could not keep. <br />A fleeting glimpse of happiness long past, <br />With the echo's of words spoken too fast. <br />A candle in the window to light the way, <br />To any lost soul that wants to stay. <br />All are welcome to a place by my fire, <br />This is my wish my one desire. <br />Loneliness is what I fear most, <br />I am willing to play the welcoming host. <br />Come along guided by my candle's light, <br />And help me pass this lonely night<br /><br />Bernard Shaw<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lonely-night/
