I am
I am a goose without its gaggle,
I wonder why they left me?
I hear them calling distantly.
I imagine a book without its pages.
I’m desperately crying to have a friend.
I am a table without its chairs.
I pretend I have a friend.
I feel like a playground with no children on it.
I worry I am an ice cream without any flavour.
I cry to have a friend.
I touch the winters snow.
I am a sheep without its flock.
I understand I don’t have a friend
I say to myself I am a body without a soul.
I dream I am a summers cloud
I try to make a friend
I hope my dreams will come true
I am a fly that doesn’t have wings
I am a table without its chairs
And I am a sheep without its flock.
By Lewie and Charlotte M