Only Child Blues

July 27, 2017
By OtinB BRONZE, Lagos, Other
OtinB BRONZE, Lagos, Other
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Most days, I stare out the window
I watch the children run around below
Never will they know how much to have just one of them I crave
That some days, I think to steal them but alas, I'm not that brave.


Oh, how much I want a sibling
That I can wear on my chest and hands
Jewellery? No! They'd be my new bling
We'd play till they're spent, though I cant say how much in rands.


I console myself with thoughts of "it's all good"
Besides, wishful thinking amounts to nothing
At least if I can't have one them, I have food
I believe that has to count for something.

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