I do now have experiences only I can feel,

To some it may be difficult to comprehend.

In a way it has a universal presentation,

Or perhaps, a more likely general conclusion.

My life exists in several different chapters,

All contributing to the, who I am, it seems.

I’ve lived in truth just shy of six decades,

A lot has happened throughout those years.

I’m recently appreciating an abandonment,

For me, always a frightening disposition.

I have a family that has left me behind,

So I resort to silent  pieces of information.

In all respects, I can be legitimately sad,

Knowing I’m an outside concern forever.

The life of a man I know comes to an end.

I suppose there is a personal reaction,

I do hold strong and pray for resolution.

But the days will go by, including years,

I’ll become content, happily alone.