A poet may seek a door to close.
The whole wide world one side,
Himself secure upon the other.
Private, quiet and hidden,
That he might walk alone.
But just one scant verse
May tell more about the poet,
The laughter and the tears,
Than that self-same soul,
Would tell thereon himself.
The concealer unveiled,
Within each solitary line.
Some walks are best taken
In the company of others.