The Child.
The child waves goodbye to his
His parents gesture back, teary-eyed
Surrounded by other children he waves
The sea parting them, tearing away
It is only when he has disappeared
Tell Corey what you thought of his bad poetry.
Friends and family, as he is
Taken away on a large ship
As his little sister doesn’t understand
That she may never see him again
Beaming with pride and excitement
On an adventure
Like a bullet through flesh
Soon he is gone
That his sister realises it was the last time
She ever saw her brother.
