Little Boy Blue, why do you cry?
Your house is warm, your feet are dry.
Little Boy Blue, why do you weep?
Mother cradles you, little boy, to keep
away the vagaries, of a tortured mind,
that at once is vicious, then suddenly kind.
Little Boy Blue, where have you hidden?
“On the river’s island, and on the midden.”
Boy answered at times, and at others not,
Silenced by confusion, at his ‘secret’ spot.
Little Boy Blue, why do you pray?
“To understand life, and a happier day.”
“I speak to the man, with stigmata mars
I pray for gladness, and my family’s scars.”
Little Boy Blue, do you see clearly how,
other peoples memories, affect them now?
“Not at all”, he replied, “But I accept their fate,
to accommodate their pain is never too late.”
“For my own sake only, my sanity to last,
I forgive their unknown, it is not my past.”
God in his wisdom, opened a door,
little boy blue, exists no more.
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