The allegations at an age
the criticism at a period
the attack at a time
when the spirits are down
cause a havoc unbearable.
Never have seen smooth sail
Never have experienced a flow
Never have heard a kind word
all through the days hay and old.
The scathe and scorn in volumes
scrap the heart of its tenderness
the sore is so ulcerative
it bleeds internally copiously.
The haemorrhage accounts for a stumble
a withdrawal from the kith and kin
might be also from the child too
as it clogs and tarnishes the feel.
The words pop out with animation
laugh and talk with cheer
console with a smothering rhythm
care with cordial solicitation.