A Bundle of Flowers

The Orphanage

· The dreary orphanage -

· On its own, a village.

· Enclosing a small universe;

· Containing people so diverse.

· Having a common fate,

· Enclosing them in its gate.

· They're lonely loners...

· Who'll one day be goners.

· They've no parent to turn to,

· While others even have two.

· They're isolated...

· And feel dejected.

· Their hearts are sore;

· They yearn for more.

· They make do with a little;

· And wash their hands with spittle.

· They lack parental love,

· But seek manna from above.

· From their Lord;

· The Almighty God.

· He who took their parents;

· Who in the world were only tenants.

· He who wipes away their tears;

· And all their cries, he hears.

· They find solace in their belief;

· In a Heaven where there's relief.

· They trudge on, resilient;

· And look forward, expectant.

· May the good Lord reward them;

· For their suffering on a long term.

· They spy a light at the end

· Of the dark tunnel they transcend

· As they await their transition

· Facilitated by God's action

· Out of the bleak village,

· The grim Orphanage.