One sits alone
One sits alone each day
No interactions that I can ever see
The other is never alone
He falls in love alot

The one alone watches
The sun, the day, the world from a distance
The social one grieves behind a mask
All those he knew who have gone before

Which is the better path
The quiet solitude
Or the one of communal pain
In truth I cannot say

— me, June 27, 2011

A poem of contemplation about two men in a nursing home each facing the same circumstance but dealing differently. Which path is the easier. The social butterfly or the stoic silence. Its a question that will never be known because one can never try it both ways.