awol...

awol...

A Poem by offbeat orator

friend, dear friend, why do you look so lost?
come, take my hand, let me help you carry the cost.


friend, good friend, why do you look so tired?
come, play with me fun games, to help you be inspired.


friend, strong friend why do you look so sad?
come, reminisce in my company 'til your heart is more glad.


friend, my friend, where did you leave and go?
you look well now, but i am not - just thought i'd let you know.


-lyr-
October 20, 2011

© 2017 offbeat orator


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offbeat orator
offbeat orator

South Africa



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i am an eclectic, esoteric artist and literarian with an appreciation for open-minded, constructive company and opinions. writing is a hobby and an outlet for me and i am always keen and looking to le.. more..

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