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Click here good people
feed me
and let me sing a bit
my hair is gray - won't
there be a place one day
that will be my home ?
wh,
1991-04-12
This poem was mentioned in the Archival Review thread, in a picking through Lit's archive of over 34,000 poems.
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Almost a pleading question - won't there be a place one day
that will be my home? Perhaps home at last.
This is a simple poem. For the lyrical subject of the poem, as for many people who have no place of their own (e.g. the homeless, farm hands, professional housekeepers...), or even for people who do not belong anywhere, finally they might have a home of their own, their coffin.
This is a very direct poem, simple. (Are you sure guys that poetry is for you)?