The Lonely Soul by R. E. G. Armattoe

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 The Lonely Soul by R. E. G. Armattoe

I met an old woman 

Talking by herself 

Down a lonely road. 

Talking to herself, 

Laughing all the time, 

Talking to herself

Down a country road. 

Child, you cannot know 

Why folks talk alone. 

If the road be long 

And travellers none,

A man talks to himself 

If showers of sorrows 

Fall down like arrows 

The lone wayfarer

May talk by himself. 

So an old woman 

On lone country roads,

Laughing all the time, 

May babble to herself

To keep the tears away.

Woman, you are sad! 

'Tis the same with me.