Born
The soft thudding of his immature heart beats,
His eyes barely open therefor he cannot see.
He cries in the night feeling cold and alone,
For that warmth he once felt is gone forever more.
This baby whose life has just begun,
Knows nothing about the world and what man he will become.
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