To the Orphan
Stripped of love and comfort cover,
Tiny fingers exposed to fire,
Less help to nurture your desire.
It hurts, take time to recover,
Existence is a blink, live well,
Don’t spend too much time in that shell.
Do well to not mind a shover,
Only you know what it feels like
to lose a true love in life’s hike.
From here treat life like a glover
Pain is real, but it does not last
What kills fast; living in the past.
Please grow into your own lover,
Treating your heart with much more care
For life herself is not that fair.