The child

I saw child,with a golden eyes
His face so.gentle
Innocence was his appearance
His voice so mild
And his heart so soft

I saw a child,whom life has played with
But he still put on a smile
I saw a child,
Whom was always in pains
But he never failed to smile

I saw a child
Who was depressed,and lonely
Who's life was was hard,
But no one knew
Cus he was always strong
Or will I say, trying to be strong.

I saw a child,,
Whom life broke
But patched himself up
So he could protect
the,one thing that keeps him moving,"Family"

I saw a child
Who's shoes,and clothes were worn out
But he wore them with pride
Because that's what his family could afford

I saw a child,who was at the verge of death
But hope was in his heart
Giving up was not his agenda
If you saw him from afar
You'd think he was hopeless.
But sadly
I am that child

This poem is about: 
Our world

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