The Boy and His Horse (a short poem)
It was given to me by the choices made by my parents
A wonderful occasion in my life
In any case, it ended up being the start of my hardships
Work the dirt with the horse
It looks simple
In any case, I failed to remember that I'm simply a kid
I thought it was only for some time
Be that as it may, he never returned
A bad dream however it's genuine
A couple of days, weeks, and months have passed
It seems like an unending length of time of pausing
All he left is a sad remnant of hopelessness
My mom can't venture up
Ultimately, everybody is gone
I'm isolated with my horse
A difficulty without actual torment
I feel numb
To gripe isn't a choice
We should be whole once more
That is a fantasy of mine
In the event that solitary somebody awards me this wish
I will see them again in the flesh
Everything is pardoned
All I ask is for you to return home once more