ONE OF THE HERD

I think I'm not,
One of the herd.

When in a group,
I'm lost for words.

Yet when I speak,
I think I must say.

I hope that someone,
Listens one day.

For you never can tell,
If I have something to say.

That may be worth a thought,
For more than a day.

But I know you won't listen,
That's the real reason.

Come What may, I'm often told,
I have nothing to say.



Poetry by Alan J Ripley The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2025-06-02 at 05:20

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