A man who likes to be alone
And shuns the noisy crowd
Confuses those who like to be
In settings large and loud.
A man who likes to be alone
Is judged and sometimes feared
By those who think a man
Who likes to be alone is weird.
A man who likes to be alone
And silent in his yard
Is someone others think
Must have a heart that has gone hard.
But the man who likes to be alone
Was not always that way.
He used to whoop and holler too
And act wild in his day.
A man who likes to be alone
Lets others have their fun
While he sits under trees
And loves the wind, the rain, the sun.
A man who likes to be alone,
His doggie by his side,
Has happy memories of good times
And isn’t trying to hide.
He’s simply let go of the need
For chit chat and fake grins,
And looking outward for the peace
He finds now looking in.
©Jim Hagarty
