The month of November tells Goodbye very soon <br />And December comes with a snowy cap through my lonely dreams. <br />All my friends in the class get ready for the journey towards Christmas <br />And my class teacher asked my name again and again. <br />I said; 'Orphan'. <br />My Mom and Dad write me not very often <br />And they address me by that strange name. <br />I don't know their address where I have to post my sad letter. <br />Once they mentioned in a short letter both of them stay in a boarding house named 'Prison'. <br />'Please try to be a good boy and never think of this lousy place ever.' <br /> <br />* The roads are for cars and not for people........................ <br />-Long Beach Rescue Mission for the Homeless- <br /> <br />I humbly dedicate this poem to 'get on the bus' Restorative Justice Works<br /><br />nimal dunuhinga<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-don-t-know-their-address-where-i-have-to-post-my-sad-letter/
