D e p r i v a t i o n s

The sun rises to give light to the boys playing,
But lowly boy couldn't -
He still has to eat the book.
The sun downs, the moon's guiding,
But lowly boy couldn't -
On the bed he is hooked.

Clock ticks, it's his day,
Celebration was none;
Wishes should have come as they may,
But hey, they are always gone.

His heart felt -
Flowers are beautiful;
His heart melt -
Thorns are aweful.

Chances mock
To give back the deprivations;
Grab and hack
To gentleman's satisfaction.
And yet maturation
Causes youth's action
Be kept in dungeon.

Cycle creates every man's confusion;
And here's the man still waiting
For yesterdays' and yesteryears'
D E P R I V A T I O N S
Be fulfilled for appreciation,
Admiration,
And glorification
Before they pile up high,
Before clock chimes,
Before it alarms,
Before the bell tolls.

(Composed on January 31, 1997; 4 pm)