Saturday, August 20, 2016

The Poet: Maya Angelou, “Alone”

“Alone”

“Lying, thinking 
Last night 
How to find my soul a home 
Where water is not thirsty 
And bread loaf is not stone 
I came up with one thing 
And I don't believe I'm wrong 
That nobody, 
But nobody 
Can make it out here alone. 

Alone, all alone 
Nobody, but nobody 
Can make it out here alone. 

There are some millionaires 
With money they can't use 
Their wives run round like banshees 
Their children sing the blues 
They've got expensive doctors 
To cure their hearts of stone. 
But nobody 
No, nobody 
Can make it out here alone. 

Alone, all alone 
Nobody, but nobody 
Can make it out here alone. 

Now if you listen closely 
I'll tell you what I know 
Storm clouds are gathering 
The wind is gonna blow 
The race of man is suffering 
And I can hear the moan, 
'Cause nobody, 
But nobody 
Can make it out here alone. 

Alone, all alone 
Nobody, but nobody 
Can make it out here alone.”

- Maya Angelou

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