To scurry round in search of newer friends
When every interaction seems to feed
An ancient longing on which man depends.
Some people might not say it though they should,
There's company that's good and some that's bad
Though often it's been quite misunderstood
How someone leaving can make you feel glad.
So loneliness is not an empty cage,
Nor is it something rude and filled with test
But maybe it's a chance to turn the page
And find the company to make it best.
So each of us has webs that stick like glue.
And friends and dreams that somehow we see through.