Country Life

In the village where 

a person was someone

and where known 

was the wall keeping us warm

from the strangers come.

We were never alone.

Now in the city

I pass thousands of faces

who never see me nor I them,

if I try hard not to.

A million souls,

all walking alone.

In warm glow of the big screen

we reach for the remote

to find a balm that won't cure

a distraction that always ends

an addiction that will not quite kill;

being alone.

Reviews

[Beccy]

I still live in a village. Wouldn't change that for the world, especially after reading your fine poem.

Beccy

[Nitesh Mahabal]

Felt My Chilhood Days In Back Of My Mind Reading This

[John Alexander McFadyen]

That contrast between the hubub of the crowded city and the country life set down in an expressive piece Mark.