Solitude

Solitude is bliss;
Still why do I miss?
The time that was sweet;
Like a wonderful treat.

Words that were said;
And the lines that were read;
Hours that were spent;
I realize, all were on rent.

Laughter that ceased;
While the heart got diseased;
Was just a silent song;
That wasn't so long.

Why do I mourn?
Over days that have gone;
Like a bird that has lost;
Her wings on a flight.

Tis true what is said;
That no one would lend;
A shoulder to cry;
When you keep asking "why?".

So let me now learn;
The art to be stern;
And the ways to be strong;
For a life not so wrong.