Amanda. Poem by Roy Storey

Gently the wind blows amanda
i can not feel the wind or the sun.
Another day is done amanda
with no place to run.

The room is small amanda break free.
They are having friends for tea.
Can you walk amanda ' no not on your knees '
come learn to talk amanda, amanda please.


Gently the wind blows her hair.
A young woman without a care.
But she remembers the pain of being alone
on her own for years and the tears of amanda.