My folks at work now started to ignore
Friends have also decided to stay away
Well wishers now keep an arm’s distance
Family treats me kind of wastegeal organ
Unperturbed I refuse being obsolete me
My quiet hours give me the reassurances
I have time for me for what I want to do
New friends are waiting to embrace me
I have so much to look forward to around Wow!
Novel things would be companions
My past associations are good memories
I don’t want them to be anyway disturbed
They may treat me like for them I am dead
I am enjoying more being treated as dead
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