He comes to see me at least once a day,

And brings me a treat of some kind,

He speaks to me softly and asks how I am,

And wonders just what’s on my mind.

He tells me how sorry he is that I’m here,

How he wishes he could set me free;

But I’d never survive in this kind of jungle

of people and cars, it would be

“a kind of death sentence”, he says to me softly,

As though this life that I live isn’t just that;

His hand reaches out to touch one of mine,

With a gentleman’s nod, tips his hat,


He’s the love of my life, my zookeeper friend,

With never a clue how I really do feel,

I’m just the gorilla alone in a cage;

I weep as he turns on his heel.


Sandra Lee Smith

July 15, 2009/Updated June 18, 2018

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