Alone - by Paige Klassen

July 13th, 1994

Alone, by myself,
What is there to do?
All I know is
I'm not with you.

Sitting by the lake,
Trees towering high.
All I can do is
Wonder, "Why?"

Why am I sitting here,
All alone?
Well, at least I have time,
That I can call my own.

With time of my own,
I can think to myself,
How would it be if I were
A magical elf?

How would it be
To be a deer?
To see a person,
Walking near?

If I were a swan,
I'd be snowy white.
I would then be
Such a beautiful sight.

Maybe I'll stop
Trying to be,
And I'll just end up
Being me.

Such imagination,
While I'm all alone.
Thinking and dreaming,
All on my own.

© 1998 The National Library of Poetry; "Alone" Copyright © Paige Klassen