Friday, September 21, 2007

Lonely Child

I saw a baby in the park
Playing all by herself
I looked for her mother
And found a servant instead

My mind traveled into the past
To the same old park
I saw my sister at play
With kids of her age I say

They laughed, they sang
They pushed one other to the ground
The air was ringing with joy
Of little hearts playing in happiness

Mothers seated on benches
Rejoicing the sea innocence
Exchanging notes and sweets
Describing many a anecdote

I hear the screech of tyres
It's back to the future
In front of me the lonely child
With none to play and a servant in tow

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