No BodyA Poem by Alice Aspen
There's that strange old sofa,
sitting there on the lawn. No body wants it, but I'm somehow drawn. At the end of the street, is that rotting orange tree. No body cares for it, except for me. There's that faded hopscotch, drawn on the sidewalk. No body uses it now, but I still skip and hop. No body looks into the world like I do. I wish they could see the world for how it really is. And I don't know why, that they all looked through dimmed eyes.
© 2013 Alice Aspen |
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