RHOBERT
He was a child, with eyes so wide,
And a spirit, pure and free.
He roamed the fields, with naught to hide,
As happy as a child could be.
He chased the butterflies in flight,
And laughed with joy, at nature's grace.
He bathed in sunshine, warm and bright,
A smile forever on his face.
But shadows fell, upon his way,
A darkness crept into his soul.
He lost his joy, from day to day,
And life began to take its toll.
He wandered lost, with heavy heart,
His innocence, a faded dream.
His world, now torn, and ripped apart,
A lonely, broken, silent stream.
And a spirit, pure and free.
He roamed the fields, with naught to hide,
As happy as a child could be.
He chased the butterflies in flight,
And laughed with joy, at nature's grace.
He bathed in sunshine, warm and bright,
A smile forever on his face.
But shadows fell, upon his way,
A darkness crept into his soul.
He lost his joy, from day to day,
And life began to take its toll.
He wandered lost, with heavy heart,
His innocence, a faded dream.
His world, now torn, and ripped apart,
A lonely, broken, silent stream.