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Little Boy
Oh! little boy
Have you any toy?
If, to play and enjoy
Upon babe life envy
'Tis time to play
To make mound of clay
Wishing own awake and lay
After it, remember this sway
In adolescence thinking deep
Then, heart give a little leap
Whole nights can not sleep
Except sigh and weep
'Tis time so painful
To gain aim and own pull
Some merriment so harmful
If overcome damage null
After it knocking old age
Thinking power to reach sage
Past life like black page
'Tis time to pay wage
i think this poem is really cute ...er...brings you from the past to the present!!!
Your writing is purging alot of pain. Keep it up, it's a good thing to do.