Lost and Alone – Margaret Beston

Lost and Alone


nothing with her, not even a name
hair dishevelled, drenched to the bone
far from all she’d ever known
found by a phone box in the rain

hair dishevelled, drenched to the bone
no bag, no shoes and quite alone
found by a phone box in the rain
it was clear she’d been under a lot of strain

no bag, no shoes and quite alone
she could hardly say anything on the phone
it was clear she’d been under a lot of strain
somehow she must have caught a train

she could hardly say anything on the phone
scared and lost, from a different town
somehow she must have caught a train
she needed help to find her home

scared and lost, from a different town
far from all she’d ever known
she needed help to find her home
nothing with her, not even a name 


Margaret Beston