The Orphan

Abundances is not a promise to everyone, Live with joy today and love someone. Do you know the places we shall go? When we are not sure what form to follow. Natural incline is filled with swift transition, Many personalities now demand action. Beyond the beautiful banks lies the orphan. A Psyche in waiting on the abating strand. To banish childish acts and nurse the old, Maturing years that makes our wings fold. While we had moments of light humour, We sing and dance in spritely demeanour. Watch pretty blossoms flourish in the garden Grow with crowds until the edge is broken. Then looking around for all the branches, Only an Orphan is left to take the chances. With softer shoes walked into status decline, The symptoms of life are so hard to define. Evening silhouette faded into dreary clouds Since only joy and triumph memory holds, Another nightingale dream begins to dawn, Leave empty showers after rainbow withdrawn. Welcome the Orphan into a foreign home, Drove back the fears and tears still to come. Longing for someone to receive as a friend And start the journey again to make amend. But when opportunity comes upon tired brow The illustrious crown becomes too heavy now.