Boy

Ain’t got no Mam or Dad, ain’t got no home

to call my own. Ain’t got no bed to rest

my head, my weary legs, hungry, hungered.

Tired of waiting for a Mam and Dad.

Some warm place, that place of haven and rest.

People come and go, searching our faces.

Some stop and say hi, and yes your welcome,

but then they lie and the money runs dry.

Smiles fade into the facade, solemn face.

Time to go and make my own way, new bed,

new window, new life, all smiles for me now.

But sometimes life gets sad and things can get

bad, before they get better. Boy don’t I know.

The years ‘ave gone by and I have survived.

Got my own home now, not a boy, a man.

A family man, with a boy of my own.

And boy am I glad, I made it to tell.

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© Anna De-Snyder 2014