I don't know their address where I have to post my sad letter

The month of November tells Goodbye very soon
And December comes with a snowy cap through my lonely dreams.
All my friends in the class get ready for the journey towards Christmas
And my class teacher asked my name again and again.
I said; 'Orphan'.
My Mom and Dad write me not very often
And they address me by that strange name.
I don't know their address where I have to post my sad letter.
Once they mentioned in a short letter both of them stay in a boarding house named 'Prison'.
'Please try to be a good boy and never think of this lousy place ever.'

* The roads are for cars and not for people........................
-Long Beach Rescue Mission for the Homeless-

I humbly dedicate this poem to 'get on the bus' Restorative Justice Works

poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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