Three Birds With One Stone
A kid Crying since that monster took my toy, I want it back to continue the sad play, Soldiers dying losing their plastic legs, But I cannot continue without my toy, Blurry vision from tears, falling down. Crying ever more calling sadly for 'help', No one to reply then I walk to a corner, Mr. Lonely is ever alone easily bullied, None to care or grasp my hand and hug, I silently shed tears in my little corner. An adult It has been over thirty odd years now, And I have accomplished this and that, With your side by mine my dear love, Although I ceased expressing it to you, For I became overwhelmed by sadness. I became what you would call 'rusted', Hence, I am ineligible to be with you, I am in no need for worthless trophies, Nor worn-out ink-stamped certificates, For a sadistic figure did grasp my soul. An elderly Under a century and still breathing air, Rather fascinating to see myself gripe, Although when listening to those two, I might perhaps seem a decade younger, Yet...