The Poor Child
The Poor Child1 min 196 1 min 196
I went to buy a chocolate
I met my friend while grabbing one
She said she saw a small child 3 years old, hungry and free
She took me to that poor child who was looking at me
The child had torn clothes and a rotten apple in her hand.
We quickly took out our chocolate and gave it in her small hand
We wonder why children are left to die and mourn.
I took her home gave her a nice bath
Her laugh lighted the room and as a wore her clothes, she said the word 'cuckoo'
I went with my father to an orphanage by the street and told them to take good care of her
And I happily went home, thinking I did a good deed.