Silently he slept like a new born child his head rests on the pillow. The morn arises, the cock crows , and a new day begines. A tear falls from his check as awakened from a dream that always seem to follow every time he awakens .
Down the hall, down the stairs and to the table for breakfast, his mother fills his belly like all good mothers do , she kiss's his cheek and waves goodby as he sets forth to begine his brand new day . He runs to school which goes by fast , he runs to work which is a blast , he trips and falls he gets back up and begines to run again . Hes always running and running fast as if he cant get away . From what he doesnt know but hes sure it will not last . He runs home eats dinner does his homework and begines to fall asleep . He silently sleeps like a newborn child his head rests on the pillow at last.
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ΠοίησηA poem about a boy who who has now i dead why hes always running but at the end of the day hes glad to gall asleep on his pillow
