Despondent Child
Written by: Wilfred Mellers, Sunday, October 25,2009, @ 11: 27 PM
Woebegone little boy
World filled without any joy
To his room, his hope is sent
By himself, all his time is spent
Disheartened and so forsaken
His life has been mistaken
From a quiet slumber, he is been awakened
His eyes cold and truly blackened
He plays alone with his shadow
Never anxious and yet always mellow
Hallways he walks are long and narrow
From on high he sees not the sparrow
His shoes he's yet to learn to tie
On his windowsill sits a dragonfly
In his mind squawk two magpies
Senses he no longer relies
Crestfallen little boy without any friends
Seldom someone he ever offends
In a crowd, he just blends
His entire life he pretends
A broken fence he must mend
This reality he learned to transcend
Things disliked he must contend
For his life, he cannot extend
Melancholy he is and so broken
A sixpence less one more token
Chastised all his euphoric dreams
Flights of fancy dangles on a moonbeam
His joy hopelessly beaten
No sugar for his tea to sweeten
Passerby his smiles as he meets
Blurred vision by eating too many sweets
The burdens he now must endure
Tarnished silver lost its allure
Sitting quietly by the door
Hoping one day it swing his way once more
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this poem is in my list of favourites, but i see i haven't made a comment or rated it. It is beautiful poem. The first time i read it remind it me of one of children..........10 I'll get back to it later............thanks