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An Orphan Boy
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I see the orphan lad,
Each day,
He stands like a tree,
Staring at the horizon being sad.
Perhaps he searches,
For something precious,
Like lost diamonds,
Yes, valued they were, his mind urges.
He was like a forceful wind,
But has turned into,
A dead stone,
With a numb mind.
Orphan he is in the midst,
Of the society,
But not to his heart,
Where his parents ever exist.
Like a lost star,
He does appear to me,
At times think I about him,
And his thorny future.
The Poet Speaks
as observer emoting, interesting perspective, from inside the orphan who dreams of his parents and lives there because the future is bleak without a support system - intersting - Stella
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Thank you
Dear Allets, thank you so much for your comment on this. I'm glad that you liked it. :)