WHY iii


Like a day

In the rain

When there was no sound

In the sand

No friend to play

And game to chase

I gaze my blank mind

Thinking how mild life is in kind

Yet we punch

And crunch our lunch

The little child who glare

In solitude of fear ponder tears

Thinking of the bone

He wished to hone

But life gave him a why

It makes him shy to cry

When high days splintered

And his mind clustered

I tarried and asks

Why is heart casks

Heart and soul it was

He had nothing to honed is clause

It was poverty

Which made the bridge it family

Lack untold he said

And seems so scared

His appled mind blattered

In sorrowful bittered

Point on points he gave

It makes me abaze

Take, was my tone

And he boned

For he feared strangers

Who lodge as pretenders

His laughter was cold

As i bought poor boy a food of old

Fake heart felt pity

Even in holy trinity

My mother his gone  he said

To retire with the dead

His life was why

And his diction was worth while

Poor Jacobs,was he

And his heart sinned

The lad marrow was happy

To hear the epistle of taking him in as family

But why is it so bad?

That glad lad will be so sad

Where is dad?

Why all this life hard

Why no one to bail

The aye in times of pains?

But all i could utter is love

To glove and beloved the poor

What will your heart pour?

For mine is a glove of love.


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