The Boy With His Bottle
Tears flow like a river
Only to deliver
A message in a bottle
As it floats away...
The Boy playing by the river
Soon finds what He thinks
Is a bottle of Joy...
The Pain scribbled paper
Only becomes greater
As the boy saved it for later
Laying on his bedroom floor
If only He could read that Letter
It would make things better
For He would heed the warning
Of the coming storm...
10/15/2009
poem by Ismael Iniguez Carvajal
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