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WHOSE MISTAKE?
WHOSE MISTAKE?
My eyes have asked a little boy
who wept silently by a wall
why he is hiding secret tears
that let those he loves see his grief.
They kindly ask about the cause
and give him some consoling words.
He'll feel all right, and it will pass
with smiles that give the sweet repose.
His eyes rejoin, it's his mistake.
His marks at school are bad and those
he loves expect the best from him.
His hardest work gives no delight.
He works so hard, not to be proud,
but please those dear who are around.
He loves them much and wants them glad
when they perceive their son is grand.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
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My eyes have asked a little boy
who wept silently by a wall
why he is hiding secret tears
that let those he loves see his grief.
They kindly ask about the cause
and give him some consoling words.
He'll feel all right, and it will pass
with smiles that give the sweet repose.
His eyes rejoin, it's his mistake.
His marks at school are bad and those
he loves expect the best from him.
His hardest work gives no delight.
He works so hard, not to be proud,
but please those dear who are around.
He loves them much and wants them glad
when they perceive their son is grand.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
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