A certain man
Who lived uptown
Always wore a frown
Wherever he went
His life was marred
By grave despair
‘Oh, life’s so unfair’
He’d say to himself
In a fortnight
He’d lost his son
His wife too was gone
And his job as well
To make the tale
So much sadder
His house caught fire
And burnt down to bits
All through the day
He sat outside
Unable to hide
His melancholy
‘Oh, what am I
Still living for
Since I’ve been made poor
Only overnight?’
He had lost all
All that mattered
Utterly shattered
Sat still for hours
Then he got up
Very slowly
Life’s brutality
He’d surely avenge
At the moment
Saw no reason
No hope for living
So he walked away
Surely this would
Be his last day
There was just one way
To follow- suicide
Just as he was
About going
Heard a voice singing
And he stopped to look
Captivated
He turned and turned
Meanwhile the voice burned
The depths of his heart
The singer was
A little boy
Creases of real joy
Stood on the boy’s face
He was crippled
And also blind
Life was so unkind
To the little boy
Yet to his God
He sang his thanks
And the man’s heart sank
As he watched the boy
Instead of being
Sad or tearful
The boy was thankful
This amazed the man
So he knelt down
Tears sharp like knife
For the gift of life
He thanked his Maker
*Moral: Always give thanks all the time, in every situation*
VOCÊ ESTÁ LENDO
THE MAN AND THE LITTLE BOY
PoesiaA certain man Who lived uptown Always wore a frown Wherever he went His life was marred By grave despair ‘Oh, life’s so unfair’ He’d say to himself In a fortnight He’d lost his son His wife too was gone And his job as well To make the tale S...
