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