A Poem 'Childhood of Sorrow' From Joy C!

Childhood of Sorrow

Come, dear fellow of nomad’s face
Come, and acquaint thy of thou pursuit
Come, stand, and remise thou pursuit of thou tale of tales
Come, do not delay

Yes, dear heart of settler‘s face
This tale of mine is that from the world of mouth
A tale so certain it leaves me with no doubt
But alas others would say May with a certain doubt
But I will not delay

Now, I am hammered in certainty’s face

This tale of mine, a raging tale of beauty and sadness too
A tale so fierce, it made thee weep from the prickle of its divinity
It made thee tremble to the point I mumble

From decades ago is this tale mine, five or maybe four decades ago
This tale is that of a child’s eyes, an ageless wonder of our beloved
Those gleaming eyes of a brownish hue, eyes so youthful and full of wonder
Eyes that soar the endless bounds of time with miles of hunger
This hunger was that of aptness for melodies that roomed his artistic mind
Maybe more and more, who would know? Unless for his artistic mind
It boomed and roomed in the minds for all

Through the years that went by
Those wondering eyes sparkling with glee and joyous mischief
From time to time, with family, friends, and fans
On the sound felt stage to the serene house hold
With a speck of sadness, but it did not toll

But something happened, a terrible tumble
Now those beaming eyes with youthful glee, a beam and glee no more
Now a roaming sadness, for periods and periods of time
What has happened?
Who would really know?

Those sorrowful eyes begged and begged
Give me time! And help me up! They pleaded and pleaded
He pleaded with his childhood lyric, even with that morphine lyric of modest range
But alas no one came, no one gave, or even heeded
He asked “have you seen my childhood?” Well have you? From his eyes?
No, no, and no

For this mistake, we must weep
For this mistake, we regret
For this mistake, we muster why?
For this mistake, I don’t know why

Only a part of this tale will live on
In history’s mind
Now did we learn?
Repetition of history is just untrue
We in turn repeat what we did not learn
Now we must learn and turn in wave for us to keep

This tale of thee is now at last a tale that would forever last
This tale of those sparkling eyes that forever sparkles in the night sky
Apart of us all

An impact in the end to us all

Thank You Joy C! Beautiful.....