While crossing my neighborhood
I met a sad boy and got my attentions
I conversed him,
He said:
He grew up sole
had no bed nor bite
Had no help nor solace
He had no remedy
No foresight
No mentor.
He slept underneath the bridge
Had Cig as his meal
Had booze as he thirst.
Sad boy had no love but insults
belonged to no kin but thieves
deserved pity but got none..
He\'s tied up pleading for God\'s mercy