Lost
by Christie Lund
Some of us walk solitary ways,
In crowds we sense our own aloneness most;
Despite the gaudy role each of us plays
We are but little children – frightened, lost.
Some of us know hunger that belies
Our seeming satiation. And we stand
Uncertainly, while something in us cries
For the surety of some forgotten hand.
(1935)
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