You loose hope

You loose joy

As you begin to cry and mope

You recieve a hug from a young boy

He holds you tight; Don't freat

The tears then dry from the tears

The boy then says "You are not a threat"

The people gasp, it appears

A mother with arms open wide

She craddles you as you hide

"I'm so tired. Let's go home"

You stand, pick up one leg, as you come up with this poem