The Solitary Walker

To confide in, everyone needs a friend,
But I didn’t need one.
Keep wondering why is that so,
For I keep everything locked and safe.
Never believe anyone could walk with me,
For none will stay forever.
Even if they stay,
Won’t leave when I leave.
The road is often rough,
But not always, so prefer to walk alone.
People come and go but fade away,
Its me the solitary walker who walks the miles.

Published by Kavitha Patchamalai

I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference. BY ROBERT FROST