Unknown is The Grown Man


Lost and all alone feels the child become man
Thoughts only of the fortune lost or slipped through his hand
Keep away the hurt is all he's ever shown
To seek out affection or given is never to him known
Trust kept hidden ever the farthest away
Hate seers in him by all he's ever known end of day
Size cries innocence fade out into the weary night
Only the survival seems be the worthwhile light
Grave thoughts shall pass to the unfortunate one
And then knowing soul will suffer at the hands of his son

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How much do we carry on in our lives from previous pain? Who gets hurt most?