David Elliot Toju Poems

I gave my son the best things of this world freely
But he went to labour for the least things of life
I showed my beloved the purest of love
But he preferred the hate of the world
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The chilly morning breeze bites on his hard, tough skin
'Oh it's morning' he says to himself
As he arises from his burdensome slumber
Even as the early morning sun ushers him into another unhappy day
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