A true spartan ;) Boy was I young..

Travelling across the world,

Without a roof overhead;

With a pretty little face,

With just a loaf of bread...

Very young in age,

Very old in troubles;

Bound by poverty's cage,

Life very similar to floating bubbles.

One prick - all gone.

But still he strode on...........

In a life full of danger,

Facing risks around every corner.

Wanderin' hither and thither,

Till lost further.

(literally & figuratively.......

Never experiencing the blessing of childhood,

Always knowing it as a curse.

Never knowing a mother's touch or a father's voice,

Though searched in vain.

Never far apart were these :

Not pets or toys,

But cold,hunger and even pain.

The only friends he had ever known......

In spite of all that,

With a brave smile,

Blessed was he!- panic still a stranger to him

He strode on,

Not giving up without a fight...

A TRUE SPARTAN - THE TRUEST, THE WORLD HAS EVER KNOWN.

 

 

(composed a very long time ago)