David P. Stern     July 1974

    Nobody cares if I live or I die
    No one of me is aware
    Nobody listens whenever I cry
    Or when I smile seems to care.

    When I have slaved and have tortured my brain
    Sweated and pushed to success
    Sometimes I feel it has all been in vain
    No one, it seems, could care less

    Nowhere a friendly soul hears and records
    Troubles and joys I have known
    On this most perfect of possible worlds
    I stand alone, alone

Author and Curator:   Dr. David P. Stern
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Last updated 13 October 2007