The Old Orphan
The Old Orphan
here he came in need of love
sadly,he found himself orphan
it was the wish of the one above
like a musician without his organ
he felt a small baby inside his chest
he searched for his beloved toy
he found it ... No, not yet
couldn't brook weeping though
he brought her picture out
took his time looking at her eyes
his heart by her name shout
he couldn't forget her voice nor her smiles
at last he joined her in peace down deep
under the four seasons they sleep
Copyright © Arabian Poet | Year Posted 2015
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