A Lost Poor Boy Came Up To the Gate
A lost poor boy came up to the gate. Nowhere to eat, nowhere to wait. Everybody was eating accept for him. Even a small cat was eating named Lim. Their was no crumbs on the ground. Not even a cricket nor sound. He wonder if he would ever survive. He even wondered if vultures would eat him alive. He looked around and saw no one in sight. Everyone was finished eating throughout the night. He cried and cried until he had no more tears. He heard a voice that said please don’t have any fear. A older man came up to the boy. The older man gave him a toy. The boy took the toy and underneath it in black ink said Roy. He knew that was his name. He looked into the older man’s eyes and said father you finally came. The boy and his father hugged each other and from that moment on they were reunited always and forever. His father asked his son do you want anything to eat? The boy said no I am full with love to just have you by my seat. His father said let’s go home. He brought a plane ticket for two all the way to Rome. It took his father ten long years to look for his kid. He knew in his heart he had no more secrets that he hid. The day was finally here; the lost poor boy had no more fear.
Copyright © Daniel Sweatt | Year Posted 2020
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