a few i found myself to console,
Wondering whom to salute,
nor i wonder whom to impeach
Least bearable moments I see,
a visible God embracing a child
My heart wouldn't agree,
to whom they call it envy
Why infant were I to see you apart,
in my layette, wasn't I pathetic?
need no heaven nor paradise
but a trace of mirth to save the paternity
In my heart was a half drawn sketch,
Why wouldn't the voice Eco?, Why doesn't the shadow shake ?
Laud me not for been such a laddie,
for days I've lived with no daddy !
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