With these thoughts of loneliness, I wrote this poem. The truth of it all is, I will never forget or be without the feelings I shared with Lisa many years ago. I am 37 years old now and learning to read and write for the first time. And I have more to write about than I could have ever said.

So look out world

"Because"

I now own a pen

And I am learning how to use it.

Waiting for you!

The first time I met her, the woman I married, I reached out my hand to her and said: "Hello there, Miss, my name is Ed. What are you doing for the rest of my life? Would you like to spend it as my pair of ears? Help me up and I will tell you a little about myself.

"I was born in a small town on the way to another. There only one day, then onward with my mother. Spent my whole life with my head in the clouds. I was kicked out from school early in life. Tried to find work but got laughed off the site. I could not get government funds."

"No address," they said, "just sleep on the street."

"So with these tattered clothes and nowhere to go, I ask you now my dear do you still want to know. With these tears in my eyes and my head in the sky, I ask you one more time. Would you like to spend the rest of my years by my side? I can't give you much, but my friendship is yours. I have a box on the corner with room for two. With blankets inside and a pillow for you."