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Only Child
By
Rusty Broadspear
Nothing else to call it, is there?
What age are you? Nobody cares.
What are your circumstances?
What are your hopes, what scares
You? Are you lonely?
And are you dismayed?
Are you on a futile crusade?
Or are you like me? Afraid ,,,,
It’s not much fun
When under the Sun
You’re the only one.
So call me an orphan
Say 'make me one of your family.'
My feelings are grey,
I smell the bouquet
But I am caught on a one way motorway
I am on my own … straightaway!
You feel it don’t you?
It seeps into your bones
It makes you feel unreal
Walking unaided
Into the unknown.
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