Sad Child

This little child was born without a left arm; Which is cause for some alarm. For, in his brain, he is left-handed; He looks like his shoulder has been sanded. His right arm is of no use to him; In his brain, he is quite dim. He has no sense of creativity; He can't see the beauty in a tree. He will never want to read and write; Because, it will seem like too much of a fight. He will feel like half a person; And his days will only worsten. He wants an angel to carry him to a world in the sky; But, that will be after he did die. He doesn't want a robotic arm; He thinks that invention has no charm. He doesn't like technology; He only wants to tie himself to a tree. He wants to wait for his soul to wither and grow weak; For, without his arm, to no one will he speak. He wants to be left attached to the tree; Because he no longer wants to be in a world where he can't be a lefty.