The Forgotten Child

The days first light, Brings bittersweet delight, To the boy above the rooms, And although he lives, Above our heads, We never give him notice, Nor find the time to ask him why The world is cut off from him, A boy as fragile as he, Never makes a sound, He does not speak, He barely eats, Yet his parents pay him no attention, A servant goes but once a day, To bring those things that people need, And so you see, This boy can't be, Like you or me, This boy alone is one of many, Who, by some chance of cruel fate, Is left alone, and cold, Completely forgotten.