by William Stafford
If you were exchanged in the cradle and
your real mother died
without ever telling the story
then no one knows your name,
and somewhere in the world
your father is lost and needs you
but you are far away.
He can never find
how true you are, how ready.
when the great wind comes
and the robberies of the rain
you stand in some corner shivering.
The people who go by-
you wonder at their calm.
They miss the whisper that runs
any day in your mind,
"Who are you really wanderer?"-
and the answer you have to give
no matter how dark and cold
the world around you is:
"Maybe I'm a king."
"Maybe I'm a queen."
Oh well, just started to see another series and took this poem from it. This one is called "The Riches" and it's about a poor family that by accident starts to live the life of a rich couple. The thing is that so far (and I've only seen one episode) it looks reeeealy nice. The cast acts well, the story it's not cheesy and the soundtrack is great! Maybe I'll make a review of it later.
If you liked Weeds, then I guess you would also like this one.
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