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Cardboard Box

Cardboard Box

F J McCarthy on Jun 10, 2009

 

 

Starring across a sea of souls

 

I cannot fathom how vast.

 

Still I feel so very lonely.

 

As though I am the last.

 

Walking through the city streets

 

Being pushed from all their mass.

 

Never once though do our eyes meet

 

No recognition as they pass.

 

Life it seems will run it’s course

 

So many rivers fed by streams.

 

The old man living in a cardboard box

 

Was a child once, filled with dreams.

 

So quickly life can pass us by,

 

Take a moment just to think.

 

The possessions that we hold so dear

 

All we know gone in a blink

 

So please my friend look me in the eye

 

I was once a child ,it’s true

 

Just say hello as you pass me by.

 

That is all I ask of you.

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May 8, 2010
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- From Seasons of My Heart

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