My Lonesome
Pantoum
All on my lonesome,
My pair out of sight.
Could there be a ransom?
We were separated overnight.
My pair is out of sight
Somewhere far out of reach—
We were separated overnight
To a place I cannot yet breach.
Somewhere far out of reach…
Could they have gone
To a place I cannot breach?
I only hope they have not been put on
But could they have gone
Out for a short little walk?
There is a chance that they have been put on;
For, after all, that is the fate of a sock.
Likely out on a short little walk—
I doubt there is need for ransom;
After all, that is the fate of a sock.
But, for now, I am left all on my lonesome.