Lonely Street © Allen Shifrin at RedFilterGallery.com

Lonely Street

There is a place called  Lonely Street,

where all the lonely people live.

All their efforts to improve their appeal,

with nothing to show for the love they give.

If you go down to Lonely Street.

You'll find that no one lives there.

The houses will all be empty,

everyone vanished into thin air.

Only the lonely know the street well,

down that street of loneliness and despair,

in their own private, isolated hell,

they live their lives in anguish there.

So if you go down Lonely Street,

never expect to return.

Only friend found on Lonely Street,

is an imagination of yearn.

Copyright © Ronald W. Hull

11/6/19

You can read and print this poem at my website here.