Hie young me
I long to see you once more
You, the me of old
The juvenile version of myself
You, who accompanied me in my formative years
My counterpart in that free world
A world that knew no misery
A cosmos where I was king
When my servants scavenged the jungle for my upkeep.
I knew no trouble but only to cry for feed
New clothes came at my bidding
I knew not the pain of hard labor.

Now the days are gone.
You left me to myself to roam the jungle
To travail for my stomach
Now to fill it is such a struggle
Everyone has left it to me
To walk...