The will to be there…
Or
There for the will…?
All that care and affection,
Shown to the elderly,
Many a times, a sham and fake,
Just to move forward an agenda.
Not for the child, though,
With all its innocence and love,
It is bound to be confused,
At the drama all around it.
The faulty smiles beneath
To my sweet old granny
As a kid made me wonder
Where does my vast family hide
Dear child,
I would rather die
and carry with me your empty stares
and innocent love,
than live with their loving looks
and deceitful hearts.
Only a child will tell you the truth
The only people who don’t lie are the dying and children.
A child doesn’t comprehend
a last will and testament.
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