[Dogs, children, parents, cars]
Dogs, children, parents, cars
Couples, clubs, packs and droves
O what a wealth of world worthwhile
Will summer bring for the gregarious.
Already, knowing today a foretaste,
I look around for my ivory tower.
Can I, on the rough sea of humanity
Survive another year?
Winter was the dark time
The land deserted, mine.
No competition for the darkness
I alone by the cold river walked.
So in the spring I shall be ruthless
In my choice of thought, and note
Only the things that lonely too
Have no choice but to bloom.