Juan Olivarez (september 12 / nyssa oregon)
Isolation, there's no one around,
Out in the boondocks,
So far from town.
Isolation, out on his own,
With no one around him,
And without a home.
Isolation, like a hermit of old,
Barefoot in summer,
And in winter so cold.
Isolation, with a stone cold face,
He's said his good-byes,
To the whole human race.
Isolation, he'll die in the wild,
With no one to mourn him,
Poor lonely child.
11/27/10 Alton Texas
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