For me it’s sad when friendship dies,
I must look around, alone;
Consider what the past has meant,
Reap what I have sown.
Yet thus the world it carries on,
Never yet have I resigned;
Time and time again I learn
That all I have is mine.
My own friendship and my love of self,
My sense of the divine,
My books, and art, and family,
My health, talents and design.
There is naught but light in darkness,
Earth in the sublime,
Society in friendlessness,
My heart; at last, my mind.
I do not understand the present,
Dare not throw away the past.
In all I feel and contemplate,
Am on my own, at last.
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