kassem oude

Gold Star - 5,953 Points (1955 / Lebanon)

My Youngest Son - Poem by kassem oude

He has mouth to eat
You are happy to meet
The speech is accurate
Gives away and donates

Puts money under his feet
All guests he would greet
He reveals conduct good
He's often in best mood

He forgets and forgives
Amongst friends he lives
Stuff are cheap mates are dear
Lends to them his calm ear

He learns all school days
He works hard on holidays
So young houses he builds
He's successful in this field

My heart as candle melts
When I see him the best
He dwells in heart in mind
Open my chest him you find.


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, April 19, 2014

Poem Edited: Saturday, April 19, 2014

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