A Childs Happy Ending
The cold tears fall like forever fast rain.
They will not stop their relay races.
Not a single laughter can stop the pain.
The falling shower soaks up the laces.
Children learn to cope with their aching souls
And their wanting dreams seem to fade away.
Presents for them are eternally dull.
The days pass by without a single play.
Hope is all they have to get through the time.
Summer turns to fall, winter turns to spring.
The blissful days they could never call mine.
Some of the children gain their golden wings.
Now they are in heaven where they belong.
They will be remembered for their sad song.
Copyright © Jaicee Robbennolt | Year Posted 2011
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