Dancing Alone Among the Boxes

BOXES

Pretty little boxes lined in pretty little rows

painted blue and gold and cotton candy pink.

Perfect little boxes where the women drink thir tea

and chat about the weather while the children play.

And the sun shines, and the rain falls

and the music plays on.

 

But the girl sits outside, for there is no box for her

and she gazes at the perfect, pretty rows.

She drinks her tea alone, and she talks about the weather

(though no one hears but her imaginary friend).

And the sun shines, and the rain falls

and the music plays on.

 

How she longs to be inside, to live within those walls

of blue and gold and cotton candy pink.

But no one invites her in, no, no one invites her in

though she dances among the rows

and the sun shines, and the rain falls

and the music plays on.

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