My Neighbour
Do I know my neighbour?
He stands bewildered and pale on a corner;
Never asking, never caring.
Moved on by the arm of the law
everytime he stops and rests.
His life is full of misery,
And anguish Stabs inside.
Now he finds a resting place
where his body sleeps in peace.
He has travelled through life,
and now finds his reward,
in a haven of his dreams.
Robert Merchant 2C.
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