Is It Such a Sin?


Why do only the winged-ones hear my plea?

Why do only my canine friends see?

Not that I mind conversing with flowers,

it whiles away most dreary hours.


But how I long for a woman’s touch.

Is that really asking for too much?

Or just to hug a long-lost friend,

one that I’ve missed for years on end.


No children’s laughter to make me smile,

to come and sit with granddad for awhile.

Festive days get lonely without kin.

Is wishing for company such a sin?