Like a lifespan of birds
Yesterday night, at twenty minutes after eight, My little Jack ended his life.
A boy of early wisdom, of a grave,
Of a world and even of a life.
For this boy, in whose remembrance,
I have both slept and waked so oft.
He had touched with lively curiosity
Every fact and circumstances.
Heaven doesn't content me,
He's so soon to bid goodbye.
He gave up his little innocent breath
like a birds.
2020-10-16 17:54:12
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