The Feeling of Being Alone

My grandson gave me this first line and said write a poem about this. Actually he was singing the first line. nobody knows the feeling of being alone nobody but me, except when I join the noisy crowd still, even then I’ve a feeling that nobody knows how obviously still alone and lonelier still and sadder even as the crowd moves in claustrophobic circles and I draw back until a familiar voice my own dares to brave a “hello” dash a smile at another lonely soul