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Title: No Name and No Number

by Heather from Lancashire | in writing, poetry

Dark and lonely, damp and cold,
All alone as I grow old.
Scared, frightened, people staring,
Their posh clothes, they're lucky to be wearing.

They pass by, without a second look,
They're happy, but they don't moan.
They don't know and they don't want to,
No one will listen,
No one to talk too.

My world was once happy,
Just like theirs,
My pride came after my fall to my despair,
I was too late, too late to notice,
Why me? Life is so unfair!

Or is it that we all have a chance,
To make of it what we can,
So here I am all alone,
No one to love, just the world to roam.

But where can I go, no one will have me,
Dirty and smelly, an old man like me,
Everything needs money,
So I sit here and wait, I don't know what for, maybe a wish.
A wish to be granted for someone to love and someone to kiss.

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