I do not want to see him
As just another dim-eyed
Figure fading into the crowd
Of the morning scamper
To burdening occupations
That, would break my heart

I have watched this boy  
This man  
Assemble the spare parts
As sadness dripped down his chin
And his,
Was an obvious struggle
The pain was not my own
Yet it consumed me
To the point of harbouring Irrational guilt

In the midst of misfortune
That seeped down from the
Forefathers we share
All his days
His blithesome temperament
Never withered

With all this I hold
All I forget to cherish
That someone
Should have been him
The one standing on these heights.