A lost lonely boy kicks a stone along train tracks. <br />To where has the fun gone, the luster life lacks. <br />Too young of an age to be troubled as such. <br />A happy childhood his mind doth crutch. <br />To where he is headed is an unknown. <br />The view of his feet is the only thing shown. <br />Too early in years such a burden be on. <br />The freedom of laughter known is now gone. <br />Too saddened to enjoy what is around him. <br />Only thoughts of his rock and others too grim. <br />No frivolousness is his business. <br />A poor lad not to have known happiness.<br /><br />Ronald James de Langen<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/childhood-lost-nay-never-known/
