The Story of Edward
Edward was a boy,
Who lived in London.
He was not so well to do,
On him was many a burden.
His father; a priest he was,
Managed to feed the boy.
Albeit his lowly wages,
He lived in peace and joy.
Edward had his father
Who meant all to him,
But his small world shattered
With no happiness within.
With his father gone
Edward was terrified.
There was no one who would take him in,
No one whom he loved.
So he left his small home
Which he would surely miss,
To find the love he had lost
In a cruel world like this.
Nobody noticed the boy
Wandering the streets alone.
Without anybody by his side
He was so forlorn.
He lived like a tramp;
Walking miles and miles barefoot.
Hungry and tired to death
Covered in dirt and soot.
With his feet bleeding
And sun-burnt skin,
He fainted on doorstep
Of a little inn
Waking up
He found himself lying on a bed,
With a lady by his side
Stroking his forehead.
Looking at young Edward with loving eyes
She said,"There, there,you surely need some rest"
She loved and cared a lot
For this sweet little guest.
He smiled back at her
And merrily he thought;
Life isn't so bad:
At last he had found what he eagerly sought.
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