I feel as small as a speck of dust <br />That dances along the milky way <br />I feel as abandoned as a park <br />On which the children no longer play. <br /> <br />I feel as unloved as a garden <br />Which is neglected and overgrown <br />I feel as lonely as a drifter <br />Who walks the winding road all alone. <br /> <br />I feel as empty as an old bed <br />That nobody chooses to sleep upon <br />I feel as silent as a mute lark <br />That vainly tries to still sing his song. <br /> <br />I feel as fragile as red rose <br />That grows through the cracks of old cement <br />But do not shed tears over me, for <br />This is every orphans sad lament.<br /><br />J.A McManus<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/orphans-lament/
