There was a curious boy who would help another
If only just to please his cold-hearted mother
The whispers in his house were constant
Worried only about their wallet's content
"There must be more money!
There must be more money!"
The entire family knew of their dreadful presence
Yet act as if they have blissful pleasance
From an early age he took up horse gambling
So the persistent whispers would cease their rambling
Alas, the boy's efforts went in vain
For money only increased the whispers pain
"One more shot,"
He thought,
"And they will surely stop."
He road his weary rocking horse to find
The winner in his fevered young mind
He fell at once when it came to him
When he knew exactly who would win
"Malabar, mother, Malabar! It was him all along!"
He knew for sure he could not get this wrong
His choice indeed pulled through
For over the finish line Malabar flew
Even with the wonderful news
They all still had something to lose
The boy did not manage to last throughout the day
For riding his rocking horse had a price to pay
The mother sat by his side
Watching were her only son lied
No one knew the exact cause of her grief
But she knew that loving her son had been brief
She was never luck enough
To deserve a son so brave and tough
A son that would do so much
Just to feel his mother's touch
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Author:
Kira Creed (
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- Published: October 21st, 2017 10:14
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 25
Comments3
Well written. Beautifully painted
WELCOME KIRA ~ Thanks for a very salutatory first poem ! More please ! Money of itself is neutral ~ BUT ~ The :LOVE of Money is the root of all EVIL ~ Thanks for sharing Yours BRIAN (UK)
a touching write
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