Poor Child has to be so sad
Poor Child has to think so bad
When all is done and all is said
Then no one will have what Poor Child had
Poor Child has an altered sight
Poor Child has a fight to fight
When all the wrongs go back to right
Then no one will cry like Poor Child tonight
Poor Child has no legs to walk
Poor Child has to sleep on rock
When earth turns round to speed of clock
Then no one will talk like Poor Child won't talk
Poor Child cannot light a spark
Poor Child cannot board the ark
When whole the sun can make its mark
Then no one will know dark like Poor Child knows dark
The Children, We will run and sing
The Children, happiness We'll bring
When someday We can see the spring
But someday is a funny thing
Author notes
A lot of people I know--myself included--are facing serious issues at the time I write this poem... theirs are a lot more serious than mine, but Poor Child represents every one of us.
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