Poetic-Verses-Awakening Spirits and Memories
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This poem was written by Mike, A history homework assignment about children of the last centuries who worked in the mills. But it also is in recognition of the children who still have to work for a living
There is a boy.
He lies lonely.
Though lonely he may not seem.
The needle and the thread his only friends,
He sees nobody but the whip's end.
The sand and the soreness of his red hands,
Accompany him throughout the day.
He sits making carpets, to save his life,
Although he wishes one would fly him away.
To soar through the air,
The wind in his hair.
But he knows that will never be.
So the needle and the thread will continue to be.
The whipping and the working mill
Will never come to an end.
But all things do come to an end.
Though he feels now that it will not.
Many days and many weeks pass,
The same thing everyday.
Until he is free.
Now we may think the world is cruel
But after his days, the world is paradise!
Mike
There is a boy.
He lies lonely.
Though lonely he may not seem.
The needle and the thread his only friends,
He sees nobody but the whip's end.
The sand and the soreness of his red hands,
Accompany him throughout the day.
He sits making carpets, to save his life,
Although he wishes one would fly him away.
To soar through the air,
The wind in his hair.
But he knows that will never be.
So the needle and the thread will continue to be.
The whipping and the working mill
Will never come to an end.
But all things do come to an end.
Though he feels now that it will not.
Many days and many weeks pass,
The same thing everyday.
Until he is free.
Now we may think the world is cruel
But after his days, the world is paradise!
Mike
