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A MONOLOGUE Walking through the path of solitude Through the busy streets And the passing tweets The crowds are hustling Bustling Walking by, my head in air Trying to reach that path To a solitary stair Over the bridge I go Along a narrow road Turning left with the rows Upon rows of period houses In their thousands I walk past and up the steep hill To the path of solitude at will Meandering across from left to right My solitude has come back to beat the fight Walking and listening to the birds in the trees And so it is a gentle breeze I reached to the top and turn left A mingle of people surround As I walk, listening and watching Sometimes trotting along the lonely path of solitude I turn right to a row of more trees Gathering together amongst the breeze Along the pathway The smell of foliage, crisp and clear All is quiet along the path of solitude Listening, thinking, observing The silence in the air Above and below Low and behold So tranquil and bare On the right, a school, quiet as it may seem In their classrooms learning a dream Moving on in my solitude Viewing from a distance The rows of vehicles To and fro To and fro Too far away to hear their engines Too many to mention My solitude is still with me Walking amidst the sheltered trees Me in midst Like the abyss Leaving the wooded trees Turning left to a suburb Of rows upon rows of semi detached Still and quiet As if the world has gone to sleep Now walking at a steady pace Saving grace Vehicles in the driveway And people coming out Chatting, laughing As if in doubt I take another left Descending downhill Cross the road quickly Streams of vehicles Moving uneasily Pace quickens And the movement thickens My solitude is disturbed Unperturbed Around the corner I go How would I know? The right path to true solitude
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Nov 28, 2013
Nov 28, 2013 at 11:27 AM UTC
THE PATH TO SOLITUDE
A MONOLOGUE Walking through the path of solitude Through the busy streets And the passing tweets The crowds are hustling Bustling Walking by, my head in air Trying to reach that path To a solitary stair Over the bridge I go Along a narrow road Turning left with the rows Upon rows of period houses In their thousands I walk past and up the steep hill To the path of solitude at will Meandering across from left to right My solitude has come back to beat the fight Walking and listening to the birds in the trees And so it is a gentle breeze I reached to the top and turn left A mingle of people surround As I walk, listening and watching Sometimes trotting along the lonely path of solitude I turn right to a row of more trees Gathering together amongst the breeze Along the pathway The smell of foliage, crisp and clear All is quiet along the path of solitude Listening, thinking, observing The silence in the air Above and below Low and behold So tranquil and bare On the right, a school, quiet as it may seem In their classrooms learning a dream Moving on in my solitude Viewing from a distance The rows of vehicles To and fro To and fro Too far away to hear their engines Too many to mention My solitude is still with me Walking amidst the sheltered trees Me in midst Like the abyss Leaving the wooded trees Turning left to a suburb Of rows upon rows of semi detached Still and quiet As if the world has gone to sleep Now walking at a steady pace Saving grace Vehicles in the driveway And people coming out Chatting, laughing As if in doubt I take another left Descending downhill Cross the road quickly Streams of vehicles Moving uneasily Pace quickens And the movement thickens My solitude is disturbed Unperturbed Around the corner I go How would I know? The right path to true solitude
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carolyn-bayne
English
Nov 28, 2013
Nov 28, 2013 at 11:27 AM UTC
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