Author Lesbia Harford This evening I'm alone. I wish there'd be Someone to come along And talk to me. Yet out of all my friends There isn't one I'd like to come and talk To me alone. But if a stranger came With newer brain We'd yarn until we felt Alive again. Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments