Wandering soul

I hear no chatter,

I see no pranks,

No party to plan,

No one to say, I'm so frank...

No one to praise,

No one to scold,

Now that you are away,

I've learnt to be bold...

I remember the days,

When we had fits of laughter,

All gossip and teasing,

While we carried our hearts,

As light as feathers...

Now my eyes have lost the sparkle,

I lost my laughter,

As silence got the better of me,

How I terribly miss all that chatter!!

Now I realize, my dear friends,

That, the past was just a dream,

I was isolated from the conception,

Yet I enjoyed my cup of cream...

I feel sorry for myself,

I feel sorry for you,

Yet you carried me as a burden,

which must have made you,

black and blue...

Now I can say,

That life is short

If we consider it  as a meal,

I must say, have your dessert first!!!