Ma Eugenia Carrasco


A sunny day with clear blue sky it was,
When a neglected-looking child came to me,
And with a face of sadness and uncertainty,
He told me his short story, big for his age.

Soon he will be a man and his life is yet as an ownerless animal’s one,
He weeps, asks for help, does not support to live abandoned,
Orphan; neither hearth nor food, he wants to study.

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