Sad Child, by jwhwz Subscribe to rss feed for jwhwz

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.
Posted: 2011-11-21 21:51:59 UTC

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2012-01-22 03:04:13sweetNsour
Sad child makes me sad- I have a very vivid imagination. Sad child could be anyone trying to fit in. Wish I could hug and squeeze that child.