Not Near Full Grown

Not even close to full grown,
Yet I am tired and alone,
Didn’t like the rules that they set,
Away from them I had to get,
Not a word did I say,
I lightly packed and ran away,
Some time has now went by,
To look for me did they try,
Sleeping in a door way or on the ground,
Makes it hard to be found,
The meaning of life still isn’t clear,
I spend each day in total fear,
Thought it would be great to be free,
But so many things I couldn’t see,
On the past I can now reflect,
It was me they tried to protect,
Wanting to go back for so long,
But can’t admit I was wrong,
So many things to miss,
Being tucked in and a good night kiss,
Off in to the night I stare,
But no one at all it there,
Never sure what I’ll eat,
Got worn out shoes on my feet,
Many times I have tried,
Just can’t swallow that silly pride,
I wonder an awful lot,
If me they have forgot,
I have a picture and not much more,
To remind me of the life before,
Life like this I would have never guessed,
I now realize, That Once I was Blessed!

An Uncle Charlie Original