A Childhood Memory
I sat upon a stair
and saw a little man;
he smiled, but oozed despair.
A sad and lonely guy.
I didn't like to stare.
I waited for my gran,
and hugged my teddy bear.
He said it wasn't fair;
it didn't go to plan...
and then he wasn't there...
A sad and lonely guy.
A childhood memory, written 13th Feb for Constance's roundel contest
Copyright © Jack Horne | Year Posted 2019
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