Brother in court.
Questions to sort.
Sister gone way,
and she took the baby.
Parents complain.
Day by day.
But time still goes on.
Years still pass by.
The sun always rise,
just to set again.
And it never quits.
Whatever it is,
an obstiacle,
or a problem,
you'll survive.
There is TV.
But there are books too.
There are also games.
But there are friends, too.
Whether you're an Oak,
in a small forest;
Or a rose,
In a field of lillies.
We all have our days, good and bad.
