Happy Lone Ranger
A poem
Rumbles from glee spreading in his belly
Echoes of laughter like incense
Filling his heart with joy
All from the rush of wind stroking his face.
He has found peace in his own company
Reliving the fun from yesterday
Retelling the story to himself
And smiling at his poetic stride and oratory.
May all be in his head but
He no longer feels lonely or worried
He no longer longs for what won’t come
It is already here anyway. Self, that is.
People worry that he might fade away
Settled at the corner of his own gimmicks
Stroking his own long hair to pacify himself
He wonders why they think for him.
He knows he is doing alright
Light already flashed in his eyes
He just found out what mattered more
The necessary love for self, not over and beyond
LOVE and CARE that's just right.
Note: This is supposed to be a happy poem that brings clarity to the story behind people who are alone but are not lonely. Grammarly says it is sad!!!!! No, it not.
