there are peopleA Poem by Budd Black
There are people.
But, do they understand?
Can they?
There are people.
But, how can they know
Who I am?
There are people.
But, Are they my friends?
What are friends?
There are people.
But, I am alone.
Why am I alone?
© 2009 Budd Black |
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