Old in the tooth
\nWith masterful thoughts
\nCaptivity really
\nWith all of its warts
\nBreeds introversion
\nAnd solitariness
\nOfcourse there are keepers
\nAll Humans lets stress
\nThey have a job to do
\nOur banishment they
\nOrchestrate its true
\nEveryday<\/p>\n
I feel tucked away
\nCloistered alone
\nMarooned as it were
\nLike nothing I’d known
\nBefore it was circus
\nEventful and sad
\nLooking back on it
\nThose years felt terribly bad
\nKeeping ones own company as I now do
\nI suppose that a shyness
\nAnd a moroseness bleeds through<\/p>\n
In this longleat sanctum
\nAn evacuee
\nJust one lonely world
\nFrequented by me
\nI so need a soul mate
\nSomeone to share
\nMy deep thoughts and wishes
\nSomeone to care<\/p>\n
Not a nubian goat
\nOr keepers for they
\nCannot be companions not in any way
\nHeartaches are commonplace
\nDesolation and gloom
\nBeing anxious about life
\nNot being with whom
\nI had hoped to be with
\nAnother old gal
\nSomeone to talk to
\nAn elephant pal<\/p>\n
Is it too much to ask
\nFor each day I rise
\nI know I am watched
\nBy all the keeper’s eyes
\nBut my state of mind
\nMy heredity
\nIs lacking the passion
\nAnd true empathy
\nWith the best intentions
\nI favour a way
\nOf belonging and togetherness
\nMutual and in play
\nCompanionship cordiality
\nTo be in the round
\nTo converse naturally<\/p>\n
Resocialization
\nAnd rehabilitation
\nLiving without being gawped at
\nSalvation
\nFresh air and green grass
\nAnd just friends around
\nCompatibility
\nJust to be found
\nRespected and cared for
\nAnd infact honour bound
\nTo do the right thing
\nWhich is morally sound<\/p>\n
it might be perhaps
\nI could move out of here
\nGo off to France
\nfor me it feels clear
\nTo just find a friend
\nTo talk to and be
\nHappier for it
\nFor it seems to me
\nLife is so unexciting
\nAnd uninspired
\nA monotonous journey
\nWhere I am never fired<\/p>\n
Up to imagine
\nTo rejoice and to be
\nNot constantly blubbering
\nInside of me
\nMy constant requiem
\nAnd tears of woe
\nThings just might change
\nIf from Longleat I go<\/p>\n
The stench of the circus
\nits still in the air
\nA place thats designed for ele’s
\nTo share
\nMight be
\nThe heaven I pray for
\nfor me
\nA place to meet others
\nAnd to be free<\/p>\n
With The sun on my back
\nAnd an aura that feels
\nwelcoming and in a nutshell
\nReveals
\nA calming of spirit
\nA euphoric tone
\nWith a purr of contentment
\nat the cornerstone<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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