
No one to Know
Jul 10, 2017 · 1 min read
No one to know when I rise,
And no one sees me to bed.
None to know my habits of how.
None to ask what I’ve said.
There’s no one for another cup,
And no one to recall.
I walk along this path alone
And wonder for it all.
When the night,
Is falling so,
And the moon,
It rises thus.
When the morning dew does form,
There is only me,
Not “us”
Wm. T. Lee Herrin
7–6–2017
