There was a boy who had the brownest eyes
He could always make you think twice the dice
He knew what he believed in that was true
Made some of us wonder where he came of
Never spoke of it, never did he any
I thought him the apprentice of a priest
For he knew the word of the Bible well
Never did we question, never did tell
CZYTASZ
The Poetry Gripe
PoezjaWelcome to a collection of poems I've written over the years. Some are a true delve into meaning and life. While others struggle with love and strife. The path ahead is not so easy. Please be careful reader, the mind is not so easy.
