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Those not in care

By Abdul K.
Grade 1, Indiana

I wonder the life,full of miser
how one can spend,
a day full of leisure.
Their shaking hands
with the wrinkled skin.
Thinking of the out-roaming world
and childhood, along the memory lane
narrow and thin.

Their eyes dipped in tears
some of love and some of shy
but no one cares
the sadness which doesn't appears
Their weep's and those cries
only heard by god, too high.
Their empty minds
where goddy fear lies.
Their glossy twinkling eyes,
which never lies.
Searching for the hearty dies,
prettier than garden full of rose
and life granter
mine and yours.