By By Adrian Hughes ’21
Sitting on the corner
A boy sits
Covered in rags
Begging
Worthless in others eyes
Yet, there is a light.
A bright light inside,
Brimming to the edge,
Waiting for the time,
To shine.
The time, to come forth.
To come forth and shine.
The light.
It waits.
And waits.
And waits.
But the time,
The time never comes.
The light is dying,
The light that will never shine.
Will never be found,
As long, As long,
As the boy is dead.
