He challenges you with words acerbic;To your kindness he reacts allergic.Should he smile, it like dew dies in the light.Why does this boy, once my bouncing delight,Now shun me, insulting, surly and mean?The fight is constant, no end is yet seen.Will he be an unpleasant man when grown?Or will his heart, happiness once more own... More..
Rod Freer
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