And why. But you know why.
You get comfy cosy in your huddle
your bubble of old friends
and then it pops, they move away or die
and you sigh and sigh and shut yourself away
forgetting there are other people
not your darling gone friends
but people and you need them
to stimulate and irritate
and entertain and shape your day.
You are lonely. You know
that no one’s perfect
and everyone’s an only
and everyone’s a little strange
These strangers won’t be what you’re looking for.
They may be what you’re looking at.
They may be what you need.
They are people, they are worth it.
They might put up with you
and they could be your friends.
—Rachel McAlpine 2020
Feel free to use or share the photo and poem any way you like, but always give my name as author. CC BY 2.0
This poem features in Prevent loneliness in old age. That’s Episode 9, Season 2 of my podcast, How To Be Old. You can listen to it on Spotify, Apple Podcasts or Stitcher.