The Loner Poem.
Thursday, July 30, 2009
Seeing the children run past me,
I lean back at my wall quietly.
Hearing sounds of joy and laughter,
My leaving this place gets harder.
Watching them run and play,
My eyes follow them right away.
Being alone and deserted,
I envy those who are not isolated.
The other children are up and away,
Leaving me at the wall to stay.
Me being part of them,
Would just be another dream.
