Some stranger leaves me. Soon I'll be alone. <br /> Which one will choose me when this one is gone? <br /> I look for eyes I know. Each stranger's face <br /> Appals me, knocks me back to memories: <br /> Which one will choose me when this one is gone? <br /> I hated nights when I was five, I'd shun <br /> The changing surfaces of sheets and socks, <br /> Calling their wrinkles monsters out of books, <br /> Dragons and pterodactyls, octopi, <br /> And names the family refused to say. <br /> Old adolescent knows his younger half, <br /> Silent when only talking is relief. <br /> As gossip's chessmen stumble around the gin <br /> To use the mind's blind eye for their spittoon! <br /> "The gifts of God must be too numberless, <br /> "Too good to notice and too close to please."<br /><br />John King-Farlow<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/alone-at-a-social-gathering/
