The Cycle

And once the man so tall and gleaming

Knelt down to see those young eyes tearing

Shining pretty yet full of sorrow

He put aside his troubles for the morrow

And he kneeled down low to see the young face

And he clasped his hand unto the smooth lace

Of the shriveled and dirtied clothes they adorned

Of a small lost child whom misfortune adored

And he carried the child up high to the clouds

To soar above all without worry of crowds

And the young scared child, they soared and they climbed

Till they reached the peak top in the fastest of times

And the wee lil child, now grown and now tall

Knelt down beside a child oh so small

Seeing the horrors of their memories traced

Clear as a puddle on the young child’s face

And the cycle continues from tall to small

The kind sacrifice of those destined to fall

One last good deed before their face is shroud

In the cruel and cowardly mob of the crowd

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[Words of Wisdumb]

I like this. It has a pay it forward message with a cosmic or ethereal style. Nice !