I feel as small as a speck of dust
That dances along the milky way
I feel as abandoned as a park
On which the children no longer play.

I feel as unloved as a garden
Which is neglected and overgrown
I feel as lonely as a drifter
Who walks the winding road all alone.

I feel as empty as an old bed
That nobody chooses to sleep upon
I feel as silent as a mute lark
That vainly tries to still sing his song.

I feel as fragile as red rose
That grows through the cracks of old cement
But do not shed tears over me, for
This is every orphans sad lament.

J.A McManus

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