Young and rich,
But alone since young,
My master's son has it all,
Yet lives a life forlorn,
My Master off in his hot-shot
work schedule,
Madam' ain't to be seen,
anywhere near,
For them life is outside,
and party,
Their child's loneliness,
only I see,
Family time is just,
the boy in the huge table,
with me his constant
chaperone.
And that's sad...
ReplyDeletethanks for reading :-)
DeleteThanks for the right write, for it tells me that I AM my brother's keeper after all said and done!!!!!
ReplyDeletethanks for reading :-)
DeleteThis will be one of my favorite poems ... I love the direction you took.
ReplyDeletethank you @Helen :-)
DeleteHaving everything yet nothing! Sad...
ReplyDeletethanks for reading @Akash
Deleteso very sad.....
ReplyDeletethanks for reading.......
DeleteNicely penned...
ReplyDeletethanks for the prompt @Tess :-)
DeleteI hope the day finally came when he no longer looked upon himself as being a slave.
ReplyDeleteAmen to that :-)
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