I see a child of 80,
vulnerable and filthy;
It's innocence are negligent,
ahead lies his days
that are unpleasant.

He befriends with the third heir;
there is no line in between.
Pure feelings and soft emotions
and not so mean.

A Child of 80,
proceeds to unfamiliar world.
A newborn brings happiness,
yet this child brings sadness.

His legs have given up,
to see the change, in awe
For exemption, had he cried
because he hates,
the wheel chair ride.



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