lonely

by alice marston sternwall everybody hates the lonely don’t let them tell you otherwise you are having a nice conversation then you see the desperation in their eyes all the years of solitude come rising up like foam in the flickering beams of your sympathy they finally see their way home their dreams and sad opinions flow through the night and into dawn their clutching hands reach out to you but you are already gone perhaps when you lie dying in a little room alone you will give a thought to those desperate ones and regret your heart of stone

a ballad

he world is bad but should be good robin hood slept in king john’s wood king john was bad, but robin was good let us sing a song of robin hood o merrily merrily merrily we go all of good cheer we be fair robin doth dwell in the deep deep woods dwelleth there doth he the king put a bounty on robin’s head and swore to hang him from a tree o merrily merrily merrily we go all of good cheer be we maid marian rode by the castle gate she caught the bad king’s eye all merrily she rode away between the forest and the sky all merrily we ride away with robin and his merry men and we’ll stay in the wood be it understood until the good times come again friar tuck stood up with a flagon of ale he drank it down right strong o merrily merrily merrily we go singing this merry song