One Tears

Child of 8, on a corner of street,

Torn rugged broken and bruised on the feet,

He’s biting upon an in-chewable beef,

As he places his words with a sincere mischief,

“Spare a dime, oh mistress, oh sirs!

For, God is watching us from above,

Thousand tears we’ve got to shed,

Each as priceless as one mouth fed.

How lucky, for, you got a chance,

To stop one tear from falling on!”

 

A gentleman poured a little over three,

A little too impressed by the little kid,

The world is such in which we live,

For, few of us got the heart of a tree.

Happiest, the child rushed to the shop,

One he had always dreamed about,

They served food and meat, had a restless dog,

Reached the counter, raised himself up,

To speak to those at the other end,

“Hello sir! could I place an order please,

I need two parts beef, sir, the best you offer,

One for this restless dog,

One for beloved mother.”

 

And on and on he merrily sings,

“Spare a dime, oh mistress, oh sirs!

For, God is watching us from above,

Thousand tears we’ve got to shed,

Each as priceless as one mouth fed.

How lucky, for, you got a chance,

To stop one tear from falling on!”

 

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    • Tanmay
    • March 2nd, 2012

    Emotions. likes!

    • Thank you!

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