Misanthrope
With no pretense of happiness, I trudge the trail of life,
trying to avoid the echo of its strife.
Why am I so tired, why happiness so short?
Why this endless trial in an unsympathetic court?
Although it takes a village to raise a happy child,
it takes just one cruel parent to create one who is wild.
When others share tales of success, I make no reply.
The sound of others’ laughter prompts in me a sigh.
For me no loving warm embrace. Never have I been kissed,
for the world’s camaraderie is something that I’ve missed.
For Di’s Wordle 350 the prompt words are: tale, echo, tire, trial, court, short, why, reply, village, success, pretense, happiness.

Brilliant Judy! Thanks for joining in.
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I know this is fiction, Judy, but it still tugs a very sensitive string in my heart. I’ve dedicated many years to these children.
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Yes, heartbreaking to think of a child with no loving support.
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I guess it is OK that you write about my life, but I can not permit you to use my passport photo~!
SAM
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Sam, you are such a card!!!
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Oh so poignant Judy. 🥲
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