Despondent Child Poem by Wilfred Mellers

Despondent Child
Written by: Wilfred Mellers, Sunday, October 25,2009, @ 11: 27 PM

Woebegone Little Boy.

A woebegone little boy,
In a world devoid of joy.
To his room, his hopes are sent,
All by himself, all his time is spent.

Disheartened and so forsaken,
His life has been mistaken.
From a quiet slumber, he's awakened,
His eyes, once bright, are now cold and blackened.

He plays alone with his shadow,
Never anxious, yet always mellow.
The hallways he walks are long and narrow;
From on high, he sees no sparrow.

He hasn't yet learned to tie his shoes;
On his windowsill sits a dragonfly who snoozes.
In his mind, two magpies squawk and muse;
Senses he once had, he no longer can choose.

A crestfallen little boy without any friends,
Seldom does someone he ever offend.
In a crowd, he seamlessly blends;
His entire life feels like a pretense.

A broken fence he must mend;
With this reality, he learned to transcend.
Things he dislikes he must contend,
For his life, he feels he cannot extend.

Melancholy he is, and so broken,
A sixpence less, one more token.
Chastised are all his euphoric dreams,
Flights of fancy dangle on moonbeams.

His joy has been hopelessly beaten a bit;
There's no sugar in his tea to sweeten it.
Passersby smile as they meet,
His blurred vision from eating too many sweets.

The burdens he must now endure;
Tarnished silver has lost its allure.
Sitting quietly by the door,
Hoping one day it swings his way once more.