Totally Surrounded,
And Yet all alone.
I have two houses,
But no home.
Many acquaintances,
But no real friends
A love of my life,
But will it last 'til the end?
Plenty of smiles,
But plenty of tears.
Not enough laughter,
To last through the years.
So is this really living,
With all its pain and rewards?
Or is it a mere shadow,
A house closed up with boards?
