Tuesday, March 17, 2009

An old friend

lonely
don’t like people.
want to belong
don’t want others to be long with me.
imprisoned
want to be free.

hungry
won’t eat.
want things
won’t spend.
tired
don’t sleep.
soft
won’t bend.

old
want to be young.
disabled
want to run.
want to get up
scared I’ll fall.
“Thanks for coming.
I was going to call.”

I want you to listen
Oh can’t you see
All I want
Is a chat over tea.

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