The Plight

The sighing, old man,

Strode towards the Brit woods,

sighing deeply,

for the loss and sacrifices,

he beared,

the thorny bush searing his skin,

the cold, old man thought carelessly,

but the man was bold,

and brave as lion,

though he feared,

he feared the loss of...

his wife, who passed away-

or should i say,

Sacrificed herself for the family,

but the first days were bright,

with his wife and children three,

and his horse and a cat wee,

though he lost the two sons,

with the loss of their village,

and earthquakes many,

though the horse and a son lived,

grieving his pain,

he told son- Young man you,

will you do,

a favor for me,

a old, old man with a little...

to lose,

begs you to,

go to your mothers grave,

and please her with four sheep,

who are in plight,

so please i beg you-

the young man listened and smiled,

sure he said,

and went and fed the sheep,

who were in plight,

feeding with love and,

affection he gave, and off

to his mothers grave,

and with himself, pleased,

he went to the Brit woods,

with a happy mind,

to meet his dad, and a old, old man

But alas, the man had gone,

smiling in his armchair,

Filled with grief, the young man cried,

for the whole day long,

but the old man,

with absolutely no sight,

had passed away,

with the sad atmosphere,

The young, lad buried him near,

the old, old sighing man.