The orphanage

At a visit to the orphanage
I see those little smiling faces
What joy they have,
no one can tell
as behind that smile lies,
a different world.

they know no where they come from,
or they will go.
their home is their orphangae
and the love bestowed on them
from the care takers to every visitor
that comes to see them or pick
one of them.

Alas they wait their turn to come
to live in this wide world
little do they know that they
would get more peace and happiness
in the orphangae than in this big
wide world.

Amen I write.

(May 02' 07')


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