A Caged Birds - Poem by James McLain
I can not notice the words they speak,
the lights dimmed,
so there is a growing,
laughing men and maids in the volunteer search for him my eyes.
I hope that when he smile at me,
he does not guess my joy and pain, for him,
if he is ever so nice to see my way again.
It is a secret in my heart I still do not hear anything so far his ears,
And still it sings there day by day like most caged birds.
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