Below the dimly lit sky <br />On the gravel earth <br />A little girl let a sigh <br />On all that hurt <br /> <br />Life as an orphan is hard <br />Ignorant of mother's love <br />And it is always an unlucky card <br />These innocents longingly see to the dove <br /> <br />She walks away between barley fields <br />Running her hand on them <br />Almost forgetting her hollow yields <br />And her torn hem <br /> <br />There stood a tall man <br />Who used to walk with her <br />They sometimes together ran <br />It was a fragment of joy that bit her <br /> <br />Smiling her innocent smile <br />Ignorant of the woeful mad world <br />And those sinister vile <br />She knew the joyful sad word <br /> <br />Afterall nature took her growth <br />So she knew to love <br />And to speak the piercing truth <br />Sometimes sweetly she asks how <br /> <br />A day came when she had a job <br />A day came when the old man could, <br />No longer run or jog <br />But give a happy grin he should <br /> <br />Another day came when, <br />She had her last joke with him <br />Soon woe would spread in the glen <br />And a day gray and dim <br /> <br />She took her first solitary walk <br />Through the fields so beautiful <br />But with no one to talk <br />And woe so bountiful <br /> <br />It was time to stand and think, <br />Help another child's bliss <br />Now she had no desire for pink <br />But just a mild wish<br /><br />vittal vandavasu<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-little-girl-s-story/
