A thought process,
Seated and taking a turn on a merry-go-round,
Like a child,
Watching the world go by,
Your discovery,
Interacting,
And seeing the world you have born it into,
For the first time.
A thought process,
Seated and taking a turn on a merry-go-round,
Like a child,
Watching the world go by,
Your discovery,
Interacting,
And seeing the world you have born it into,
For the first time.
News of a parent’s ill health,
Left me feeling like a child again,
Sitting on a parameter wall,
In my primary school uniform,
Swinging my lunch box this way ‘n’ that,
Waiting to be picked up;
With the feeling that no one is coming creeping in,
Can you be in your 30s and still feel like an orphan?
The world will not understand,
But, you may.