Death is lonely without friends in life.
Hermit in the Woods
by Don Ford
His body lay there cold as ice
No one cared two hoots for Ralph
In his life he shed no tears
He cared for no one but himself
Eighty years he went unmarried
Hair a mess, unruly, dirty
Women never ventured near him
Became a loner at age of thirty
A man without a past or future
To many he was just a bum
Known by most as a hermit
Rugged mountain man to some
How can a man live all alone?
Without friend or family tree
As much as I love nature too
I'd never abandon my family
Author Notes
I was inspired to write such a piece after reading the tombstone
of such a known hermit. See grave marker below:
Grave marker for Jimmy O'Kane at 1858
"Found dead and alone
Nobody heard his last faint groan
Or knew when his sad heart ceased to beat
No mourner lingered with tears or sighs
But the stars looked down with pitying eyes
And the chill winds passed with a waling song
O'er the lonely spot where his form was found"









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Cheers, Don
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