As his day went on
a lot more to think upon
a liar carrying too many books
and he can't read a word
sure, if you ever have it that way
he could never leave
and he never wanted to stay
I gave him my last love
here he stands on solid ground
not for me to help him out
he later found his place in life
a helping hand to do what is right
He may not be all together
a childhood ruined by parents
found his own way home
a care-free life with no wings
I watched him as he fell
no expression or reason to tell
On my way out he slammed
the door, afraid to ask for more
he laid his head
on a pillow made of concrete
a blind spot for the world to see |
Submission Name: As his day went on
