I am not in love or loved.
Old friends are gone away.
I find myself running with no where to go,
and show up late making excuses as
to why.
I think to myself, if I was snow, it
would be the day old kind.
Not a fresh blanket
of white.
I would muddy the stream
while melting.
Dogs bark at me!
Do I smell of fear?
I stand in line to cash my check
and feel as if the people
behind me are waiting to collect.
Give me a lemonade stand and
I would have to pay people
to drink.
Every door I try is locked and my
keys are always in my other pants.
Any penny I find is always
tails side up.
People see me coming and cross
to the other side of the street.
What do they know that I do not?
Children say,"Mommy look at that man!"
Maybe I should just give up.
Even if I had somewhere to go
I would probably find out that I
could not get there from here.
Have I become a myrmadon to
mediocrity, needing a name tag to
remember me?
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~Pamela 
