Long Lost Family
No I wasn't, a Foster child
And not adopted, that's for sure
But my family, was a foreign place
A place, that I endured
Credit and encouragement
Were luxuries, not needed
So, every time, that I reached out
My cry was never heeded
They say that time, will heal all wounds
I guess it surely will
Life's pain will finally be no more
In the grave where we lie still
Signed N/A.........Not Appreciated
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