An Ounce of Life

An ounce of life,
Little feet,
And tiny hands,
The pure eyes
That reflect innocence,
The tender body,
Tender infant giggles,
And tender cries
We hate to love,
And love to hate.

The thieves
That steal our affection,
Our hearts without
Remorse or regret,
Without speaking a word,
Without knife or gun,
Robbers of our love,
Apt are they in their timing,
Even the stone hearted
Oft melt at their sight;
Forsaken shrewed robbers.

An ounce of life,
Once had there been,
Now gone, departed,
Left us in wonder,
Tormented by conjectures
Of our subconcious,
"How she'd grow to be
A princess",
"How he'd rule this nation
Someday",

"O! How they'd love
To pay me a visit oneday",
Or perhaps how
They're of the
Bastard world of thieves,
Whores and prostitutes,
Haggard for cares to care,
Either way, even that
We could live with,
We could embrace,
Endear.

For still we miss
Our insane brothers
And sisters,
For still do we love
The impoverished souls
Of our families,
The black sheep
That lack care,
Spit and curse
For fun's sake,
Our heartless beloved.

An ounce of life,
Once here,
Now vanquished,
Now vanishing,
Into the past,
An ounce once cast,
A seed of marvel,
An ounce of life;
The past's
Never been so wealthy!