The Lonely Weed - Written - 14th March 2026
A little child in tattered clothes Cries alone, sadly no one knows She attends school, but sits alone Having no friend to call her own. Classmates call her ‘The Lonely Weed’ They don't realise her heart bleeds She feels sad, of herself ashamed No one that cares, no comfort made. Apart from the teachers that is They feel the pain of the poor miss Teaching her to become the best Keeping her up there with the rest. She intends to become someone To herself and to everyone Absorbing all that she is taught Even in misery and fraught. Working by day and working by night So her and mom will be all right The Lonely Weed, intends to be Prosperous with security.
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