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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