Loneliness of the Ranger



Holidays come, then holidays go 

We try so hard to enjoy the show

Some were quite alone thru them all

Others wish'd that'd been the call



And wonder'd aloud, which of us is better off

The ones who shared, then stuttered and coughed

Or the ones who laid low, making a solitary peace

Who had nobody around with whom to be ill at ease



There are winners on both sides of the fence

And some will feel they need to make amends

But chances are - it will not be the lone rangers

For their loneliness is, to them - no real stranger



- Tristram



© Christopher W. Thomas

9:40pm Sun. Jan. 2nd, 2000