1.  Lonely people make me depressed.

The woman who sits at home

(flower on the porch)

waiting for something,

(the breeze blows, bees hum)

but she doesn’t know what it is.

(full pitcher of lemonade, ice melted away)

Afraid of rejection she doesn’t

(lemon slice floating lazily)

venture past the barren confines

(the peal has turned brown)

of safety.

2.  No one should be lonely.

The socially inept man

(the canyon in the valley)

too rough around the edges,

(whistles when the wind blows)

goes to the bar and yells at the people

(the mountains in the distance)

who will not speak to him.

(don’t return the tune)

3.  The earth is over populated.

I want to be the one

(black clouds in the sky)

who gives these people hope;

(rain falls bringing life)

and because I am not the one,

(the wind blows, carries the clouds far away)

I try to pretend that the world is kind.

(the sun beats down)

But the world is not kind,

(burning the grass brittle brown)

and people are lonely,

(will the rain return?)

needlessly.

(Will the rain return?)