The castle on the hill has been abandoned.
No place is safe for king or queen.
The chestnut rolls in the dust.
I was born to be what I was meant to be.
Apostrophes dangle above all of our possessions.
The tortoise withdraws into it shell.
The newborn opens its eyes for the first time
And cries, why?
Not to fret, little one, most of it makes
No sense to me either.
Whether you believe it or not, learn to say,
I’m doing the best I can.
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Chris Hanch 6-2-2022
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