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My World
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There he sat
Like many times before
Staring at the ground
As if to explore
All alone
Dare I make him my friend?
Should I show I care?
To try and befriend
I spoke first
His world I became part
For hours we talked
As I touched his heart
He told me
That he was not alone
He had many a dream
They were all his own
He went on
I never had a friend
A life by myself
It has always been
Then he left
I hurt deep down inside
A life by myself
I could not abide
Another day
Again he sat alone
My world will go on
While his is unknown
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© 1998 by Jim Ward. All rights reserved
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