The Parcel

The Parcel

A Poem by Philip Franklin
"

Feeling left out

"

The Parcel

 By Philip Franklin

 

The parcel had been waiting

For many a dismal year

It was covered in dust and its brown paper

Told the story of its despair

 

It was waiting for the postmen

To deliver it to its possessor

But it just kept coming back

Marked return to sender

 

Maybe today, the parcel thought

The postman will find a match

Maybe today he might find

The parcels perfect catch

 

But I have given up on the postman

So I will sit here gathering dust; and wonder

Why  is it my destiny

To be marked, return to sender.

 

 

© 2008 Philip Franklin


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Awh sad! I still think destiny and fate are similar but different things, make a change completely off the cuff and see where it takes you, otherwise you'll spend forever not going somewhere :-p

Honest writing, getting across what you're feeling but with no conclusion...keep on! :)

Posted 13 Years Ago


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Philip Franklin
Philip Franklin

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Well I'm slighly, no completely barking mad. I'm a grumpy Old Man desparately trying to release my creative juices, err sorry about that, after years of suppressing my nature to bring up my children a.. more..

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