A Lonely Soul
My life was a journey in search of love;
tho righteousness was God’s goal;
I find myself praying to God, above;
for I am a lonely soul.
I’ve been in love; a few times before;
but now; I am old and alone;
I can’t seem to find a woman to adore;
I may be reaping what I’ve sown.
My life has been littered with my mistakes;
how can I simply set them aside;
destiny has handed me many bad breaks;
eliminating any semblance of pride.
Loneliness has made it seem I’m invisible;
I’m a grandfather to one and all;
passion with a grandfather is impermissible;
it might make this old man fall.
I’ve lost most of my charm, voice, and hair;
and I’m neither rich, nor famous;
It’s little wonder; there’s no one to care;
it would take a complete ignoramus.
Only God could love an old man like me;
for he knows the love; planted inside;
God, alone, knows what I’ll come to be;
for the love of lonely souls; he died.
Still, I long to become loved and kissed;
I am just half of the whole;
I’ve forgotten, how much I’ve missed;
becoming a lonely soul.
Monty 12.31.25. # 3,131