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Bibbeck

Loneliness

See how she sits

So alone and afraid

Cradling in her arms

A solitary babe.

The father of the child

He has run

Leaving the mother and child

Without a home.

The tramp

Walks the streets

A dark overcoat

Holed shoes on his feet.

It\'s so lonely at the top

No friends to surround you

Only enemies and colleagues

Constantly mill around you.

A small boy

Alone in a tall crowd

He can\'t see a thing

As he looks around.

A man in a quiet room

Shouting so loud

He stands out, on his own

One different in a crowd.