He is so lost
He cannot see clearly
His mind is clouded
He calls all by the wrong name
His ears are filled with such noise
He hears not what we say
He has sadness as a companion
Amidst an array of friends
That never remind him
That he has lost his way
And one day at his door
A child knocked
And said
I am very poor
I have nothing but
My youth and innocence
But you lost that
Long before.

by David Taylor

Comments (1)

How effective in this fine poem, 'occasional' line-end rhymes!