The lost child

by Rose not your average   Jul 19, 2007


He sits there, cold.
He has no gold.
He has no food,
He is a bit screwed.
He has no family,
He is a lost child,
Who just smiled.
He has no home,
He has no comb.
Yet he sits there smiling,
With not a single tear drop!
He never stops,
Only to take a look at the world.
He is a lost child,
He doesn’t have anything!
But he will walk along and sing!

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  • 17 years ago

    by Miranda

    Very sad but beautiful poem.It's a nice way to bring attention to a issue such as children like the one in this poem. 5/5
    Miranda

  • 17 years ago

    by luv Shelbz luv

    Seems a little forced on the rhyming. kinda sad but in a good way. good job!

  • 17 years ago

    by audrey harris

    That's a well written poem, but it makes me sad:(

  • 17 years ago

    by Noelle Wright

    Great poem very sad tho ='(

    Noelle

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