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Only Child

By

Rusty Broadspear

Nothing else to call it, is there?

What age are you? Nobody cares.

What are your circumstances?

What are your hopes, what scares

 

You? Are you lonely?

And are you dismayed?

Are you on a futile crusade?

Or are you like me? Afraid ,,,,

 

Itís not much fun

When under the Sun

Youíre the only one.

So call me an orphan

 

Say 'make me one of your family.'

My feelings are grey,

I smell the bouquet

But I am caught on a one way motorway

 

I am on my own Ö straightaway!

 

You feel it donít you?

It seeps into your bones

It makes you feel unreal

Walking unaided

 

Into the unknown.

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