Few friends walk by my side, Yet many faces, far and wide. In the quiet of my own space, I know diverse souls, a varied chase. Not a crowd that tags along, But in countless hearts, I belong. Connections scattered like seeds, In life’s garden, fulfilling needs. Through the journey, I stand alone, In every face, a story’s tone. Not many friends to hold hands, But in knowing many, life expands. -Ar poetrythreads