#2
By Nick Delonas
How odd to find the light of joy
that once burned brightly as a boy
Was not smothered by adult life
(years of hardship and endless strife)
No, that ember so faintly glowed
was waiting for kind fate bestowed.
How odd to find the light of joy
that once burned brightly as a boy
Was not smothered by adult life
(years of hardship and endless strife)
No, that ember so faintly glowed
was waiting for kind fate bestowed.