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The endless sadness
The parents walked proud,
The parents stood tall:
Such high hopes
For a small laughing boy.
The pride of a father,
The pride of a mother,
Shattered like glass,
Through the life of another.
Mornings of heartache,
Nights filled with tears.
'What went wrong?'
Is the questioning song.
Night after night,
Day after day;
Tensioning shoulders
Weigh like boulders.
The burden of worry
And a son saying sorry;
'Next time round
I'll sure make you proud.'
Living in shadows,
Clutched in their grip.
Lost within himself,
With no will to shout.
The endless sadness
Of one brought to all.
Destroying the love -
A family torn.
by Shuaib
van Schalkwyk
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