When you’re not welcome
as you are,
you leave.

caught in doldrums
like a fading star,
you cry and droop
and wail and sigh,
for welcome
is not there for you
within this moment
to achieve.

sit and tap
upon some
makeshift bongo drums
or bang upon
a metal hat. . .

let pass some time. . .

and feel
whatever feelings come. . .

and you’ll make music
from all that,

and be sure
some folks will care
and there will be
a place for you
in this wide world,
when you let
your wondrous gifts
thus to unfurl. . .

For then ’tis
in your lil’ ole self
at last you come
quite surely to believe.II

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