Alone

The world at times may laugh and sneer,
The anger sneering to the bone.
But choose not then to shed a tear,
For in this world you stand alone.

Sometimes false friends do beck and call
To join them in a frenzied feast.
Be careful if you go at all,
For you may be the luncheon meat.

And blood itself may thicken too,
And spill itself upon the ground,
And curdle with the morning dew;
What crimson red, now sickly brown.

Know then thyself with logic clear.
Do not in fate thy life bemoan.
Beware the sympathetic ear;
For in this world you stand alone.

© Loubert S Suddaby. All Rights Reserved.

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