Tuesday June 12th 2007, 6:39 am
Filed under: Poetry
Filed under: Poetry
Whenever I see a kid learning to walk,
I see him getting up all by himself every time he falls.
I see him getting up all by himself every time he falls.
I wonder then,
How ironical it is,
That when he grows up and grows tall,
He looks for a hand to hold him on his every fall….
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