Chapter XIV: Sympathy and Sorrow
On its back, tagged with a name,
Supposed to be it's a gift,
They then remember what shame,
Of someone that made him drift.
They start to text the culprit,
But which received no response,
The other as well text for it,
Same again, no to ensconce.
They then go down from the stairs,
And went to the living room,
Though no dust or dirt compares,
But they still picked up the broom.
As they're about to go off,
A middle-aged woman stands,
In front of it singing quaff,
Buries her face in her hands.
They get off to comfort her,
And walk her into the house,
Even though her eyes are blur,
They do as she will not grouse.
It was his mother along,
Though what sorrow she have heard,
Far from the nest he'd belong,
With her heart forever burred.
"He wasn't a bad son though,
He helped us with very care,
One small thing that would have flow,
If weren't for that girl's swear.
I loved him so as dearest,
I want to cry with all heart,
Oh my son, why leave my nest?!
You should have lived with our art."
Though what has been done is done,
They can't take back what life is,
Glad didn't go for the gun,
But such waste was upon his.
They both speak with sympathy,
But as she listens to them,
Their hearts met with empathy,
For the guy they'd wronged condemn.
They begin really sorry,
But have the tables had turned?
As the sun sets as airy,
The night prevails and it urned.