A million questions ran through his mind;
Answers to none he could find..
“Thousands died(of plague) and I still survive
thank you O lord! for you have kept me alive”
As the stars shine down like chandeliers in the sky, another day had gone by..
“but Who Am I ?” he remembered,
“do I have any purpose or am I supposed to wait for my number?”
a sharp mind he was naturally gifted with, yet a troubled soul restricted it..
“if heaven and hell do exist where would father be?”
“does mother really care or has her new family replaced even me?”
Disgusted he picked up a stone and threw it at a nest up in the tree..
“I have no skill to farm or any interest to lead,
a pathetic life ahead is what I see”
he looked up and cried out loud..
“Why? Why do you punish me with such a life? why don’t you take me as well”
and that is exactly when an apple from the tree fell…