Lonliness

All is quiet, but for the constant ticking
of the clock on my wall.
An occasional black bird outside my window
squawks like a warning to all who can hear it.
Time waits for no one.

My spirits are low as I listen to the silence.
No children calling my name to referee in their squabbles,
No pets scratching at the door demanding attention,
No telephone ringing or friends coming to call,
Nothing at all but the ticking of the clock on the wall.

It is dark now and even the birds have gone to bed.
My heart is still heavy with loneliness.
My spirits are still low from sadness,
Yet the clock still ticks and time still passes.