Alone

Tue, 07/02/2013 - 11:17 -- dtmnoel

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Millions pass by yet I am alone,

Watching, waiting for a single one to think;

"I'll give you a home."

But they are too busy,

Their lives too full;

Unable to look away from their city,

To look down, to look to me.

I cannot work,

Only scraps I eat,

I cannot work;

I dart between their feet,

They care not, they see not.

I once had a family, a home my own;

an owner who loved,

a bed, a home.

But my mother, though human;

Was old, she was frail,

On her lap would I purr,

But soon she grew pale.

"Out! out! be gone!" They yelled,

Come for their inheritance,

Not because they cared, I could tell.

Then here, I came

Now here I am,

Watching, waiting, wishing;

Listening, looking;

Hoping.

But I, am alone.

 

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