She sat on the edge of the fence
Contemplating life
She could see the possibilities of what may be
If she choose to take that path
Her thoughts mingled with the past and new
Her laughter caught in the wind
As she realized in a mixed up world
That nobody really gave a damn
She often tried to reach out and touch
A soul....a broken heart
But they never really noticed
The waif sitting on the fence
She has cried a million tears of pain
She has laughed a million times
Only to find herself being ignored by the passing crowd of time
She holds her head up high in thought
For all to see her defy the unjust and decadent winds
Be glad that I am still around to collect your dreams and whims
She smiles to herself and is satisfied
With her mingled thoughts and dreams
Perhaps one day when she no longer cares
People will notice the gap in the fence
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem