Array ( [sid] => 176809 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => The Child [time] => 2013-09-02 15:54:08 [hometext] => [bodytext] => Fast fell the furious rain on the cold crumbling cobble stones
The sound almost like that of beaten, battered bones.

This child cold and cast out, tired and hoping
The cold clings like a clasp as the girl goes groping.

Trying to find someone merciful and some place dry
When all is searched and none is found she begins to cry.

A gentleman hears and hastily hurries to take pity
For he knows that he lives in an unkind city.

“What do you need dear child?” He inquires.
“A good night’s sleep that’s all I desire.”

“And you shall have it for sure!” He exclaims
“Sir surely you have saved my small life!” She proclaims

Together they take leave of the silent slums of slime and damp
No longer will she live by the light of a street lamp.
For now she has a home.
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The Child
Date: Monday, 2nd September 2013 @ 03:54:08 PM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: Sherlock
Fast fell the furious rain on the cold crumbling cobble stones
The sound almost like that of beaten, battered bones.

This child cold and cast out, tired and hoping
The cold clings like a clasp as the girl goes groping.

Trying to find someone merciful and some place dry
When all is searched and none is found she begins to cry.

A gentleman hears and hastily hurries to take pity
For he knows that he lives in an unkind city.

“What do you need dear child?” He inquires.
“A good night’s sleep that’s all I desire.”

“And you shall have it for sure!” He exclaims
“Sir surely you have saved my small life!” She proclaims

Together they take leave of the silent slums of slime and damp
No longer will she live by the light of a street lamp.
For now she has a home.


This poem is Copyright © Sherlock


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