A.W. Books & Poetry

I have a question that seems profound.

I’ll think about it as I look around,

And ponder it a bit without a sound…

The answer I think I’ve found,

I write it out on my sleeve now:

I don’t fit in around here.

Eighty people divided into forty groups of two,

while I sit here alone and scale the view.

Well, I guess my pen’s here too,

I hope he’ll stay a while…