Locked in the cage of skin and bone.
at the nook he stood alone.
Trembling on three legs
Wating for someone.
I'm sure t'was death and other none.
Then with every chime of
time.
Slowly did his heart beats rhyme.
I saw him
wait as he did wait.
Till time had no time to wait.
Then at the very nook one day.
I saw a little toddler play.
With a Smile and arms opened wide.
To well come the dream.
Which is called "LIFE"