No mum's tender cuddles, no dad's tender patter,
Nobody loves me because I'm a child in the gutter.
No Christmas present, not even a candy for me,
No Father Christmas because he don't know me.
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No procession, sympathies or a casket for me when I die, No speeches about me, or simply a final 'good bye'.................... .heart deeply riffles by pain soul knows the reeks of sorrow....beautiful write, quite touching in this niche of society, well penned 10+++, thanks for sharing