Lost Boy Poem by Esther Ayala

This Boy has grown up into a young man
Beautiful in appearance
Gorgeous and built to every girls eyes
That is left in a trance.

Easily lost as colors are tossed on the tide.
For every girl who tends to fall at his side.

Very much praised for his Beauty outside,
And great personality that comes from inside.

A gift that he has gained as a prize,
Torn into pieces that will never make him wise.

Just like a valuable Toy, that is often misused,
Not knowing its useless, Poor little lost boy.

For no matter what I do, everyone will treat me true,
Yes, even you.

Everything comes to me, so I’ll live it up too.
Why shall I be blue, Isn’t that what you would do?

Yes having fun this way,
Is how I enjoy my life I say.

No need to worry, no need to fear,
Live it up without any care.

And even if I do hurt others day by day,
At least I could say I lived my life my way.

Yes easily lost as colors are tossed on the tide,
Is this Poor Little Lost Boy who comes within side.

Lost and confused with very much Pride,
A gift of LIFE that is shattered inside.

Yes, a LIFE as a gift he can have as a prize,
Instead he chooses to demolish it, before his eyes.

Just like a valuable Toy,
Beautiful in appearance yet often misused,
Making it useless, Poor Little Lost Boy.