Bp Blues

Poem By Lydia J. McFarland

I'm feelin' rather dreary
totally blan
but no one seems to hear me
or wants to understand
I'm not that crazy
just want to be heard
just sitting here ramblin'
like an old buzzard
too young to be fat
too prideful to be pitied
too old to complain
too smart to be unfocussed
too depressed to be insane

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