I sit quietly on my porch thinking
Of days good and bad;
Happy and sad and dying:
I am alone.

I think of times of youthful tenderness
Of times singing and writing;
Of times falling and dying:
I am alone.

I think of times of cheerful adolescence
Of times in my room;
Thinking, contemplating the unknown:
Reading and dying:
I am alone.

I think of relations
Both good and bad;
With friends, with enemies:
I feel alone.

But I am not,for with friends 
I can see good, truth, and beauty;
In old and new:
I am not alone, she is with me.