Orphan

Suspicion drowns the concept, make believe A whereabouts, those children found on shelves Were forgotten and neglected, those who’d leave, Their kids for finding happiness themselves. Then as orphans can their sensitive to touch- Be the difference b‘tween a cuddle or a clout The norm, when no-one loves them very much, As if the huge wide world has locked them out. And the chosen few are plagued to live this, A forgotten dream in nowhere, someone dodged It lies somewhere between the hit and miss Of suffering that their parentage had bodged. But survival of the fittest some may say; Pays tribute to the worth this orphan makes It’s down to them, the strength to find a way Correcting what was bad, all those mistakes.