I wish I had roots
And came from some place
But I was a child of the packing case;
Always the new boy in a new school
Plucked up, uprooted, dragged around.
Departing glances, last goodbyes
Changed surroundings, unfamiliar rooms
Ever a stranger passing through.
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My Poets Pub Bits
PuisiI was fortunate enough to discover Poet's Pub very early in my Wattpad experience and have found it a hugely supportive community. This is a collection of poems I submitted for various Poets Pub competitions and collections. They are published in bo...
