Day 23: 40 days 'til 39

Poetry day.

I don't read much poetry. But I should. I read a lot of books, but not much poetry. I think that will have to change. I enjoyed searching for a poem for the blog, and reading a few along the way.

I chose a poem by Maya Angelou, because I am still reading her book "Why the Caged Bird Sings". Yeah, I know, I should be done by now, but I have another book to read for our church book club ("Dreams From My Father" by Barack Obama), so I'm still working on it, but I will finish it by our birthday, or at least that's what I intend to do.

I chose this poem because I loved the first stanza - it pierces to the heart of the matter so quickly, and I appreciate the biblical allusions. I feel such gratitude for the wonderful friends and family in my life and how they keep me in one piece and keep me going. Without them, I wouldn't make it (and that includes all you wonderful blog readers who give me comments from time to time, even if I have not met you in person).

Alone

Lying, thinking
Last night
How to find my soul a home
Where water is not thirsty
And bread loaf is not stone
I came up with one thing
And I don't believe I'm wrong
That nobody,
But nobody
Can make it out here alone.

Alone, all alone
Nobody, but nobody
Can make it out here alone.

There are some millionaires
With money they can't use
Their wives run round like banshees
Their children sing the blues
They've got expensive doctors
To cure their hearts of stone.
But nobody
No, nobody
Can make it out here alone.

Alone, all alone
Nobody, but nobody
Can make it out here alone.

Now if you listen closely
I'll tell you what I know
Storm clouds are gathering
The wind is gonna blow
The race of man is suffering
And I can hear the moan,
'Cause nobody,
But nobody
Can make it out here alone.

Alone, all alone
Nobody, but nobody
Can make it out here alone.