Plenteous

Stranded by the roadside,
not knowing how to get home;
Overcomed by foolishness,
and those ill-thought actions.

Pain, loneliness never felt real-er.

Yet, gathering myself up to put on a smile,
there, just sitting around the table,
were five, terminally-ill, laughing away,
enjoying a game of Rummy-o....

What pain? What loneliness of mine?