Hermitess

I do not know when it happened
I do not know when I went amiss

I have become a hermitess

I only know…in this shaded bower

I while away each days’ hour

I am very content to be here
where all the familiar is dear
I have no desire…to seek and find
that which no longer satisfies my mind
My friends are of a select few...
most of them sharing my view
Lines keep forming in my head...
lines that I feel must be said
In my solitude...my thoughts do soar
and I can only wonder why the path
is so well trod…leading up to my door

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