Fine Young Bloke

Sprouts push hard against the stubborn earth

Everyday, we witness the miracle of birth

While a wise, kind, and caring being is dying,

A tiny young bird falls, and begins flying

A boy heaves a stone and learns to kill,

In the vast world some people are not free still,

Someone raises up in anger and shouts,

In the intelligence of men there still lay doubts;

A heart is toyed with and broke,

By a careless but rather fine young bloke,

It is a miracle for anyone to stand,

Alas all I want is to hold someone’s hand.

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