THE CHILD

Sitting in his room all by himself,
All the toys scattered around,
And a many more lying in the shelf,
He sat staring at the ground.

He awaited his most beloved toy,
The only one that brought him immense joy,
It was to arrive soon,
As, it was already noon.

He looked through the large window,
And saw the cars passing by,
Then turning towards the closed door,
He waited as the time began to fly.

He hardly had any hair on his head,
Almost daily he would wet in his bed,
He would forget the people and things to him shown,
And would cry to himself when all alone.

The only thing he liked was playing with his favourite toy,
His grandson, who bought him immense joy,
Whenever the little 8 year old would go wild,
A smile came to the lips of this 80 year old child.