Ballads, Mindful

Poor Lucas

Barely twelve,

Was his age,

When lost loved ones,

Due to tuberculosis,

Starting from father,

To his weak mother,

Leaving the lad,

Alone & stranded,

Neighbors helped,

But Lucas shied away,

Hurt & broken,

He walked away,

From bad memories,

Found work as apprentice,

In a town,

Man did barbering,

And doctoring too,

He taught Lucas,

How to work,

And so became he,

Well known lad,

Blended in with folks,

And the nice man,

Finding some relief,

From haunting thoughts,

Being accepted,

As a son & worker,

So ends the fuss,

Of poor boy Lucas!


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