Can you buy me a bike, Papa,
On my upcoming birthday?
Dobby’s dad gave him a bike
Molly’s mom brought her like
Poppy’s pop bought a Ladybird
Showing off, zooming around
On and on their bikes they ride
In the common playground
When we other children play!
They wouldn’t give me once to ride
On their bikes they take lots of pride
They wouldn’t allow me to even touch
As if they will be dirtied by my
fingers
Buy me a bike Papa, as soon as
you can
The wish to learn to ride one
lingers
And hurting nasty words they say!
The boy is unaware of my
limiting pains
That I draw neither salary nor
gains
I could have honored the child’s
wish
If I had money enough to buy a
bike
Oh the chains I’ve been bound
with
And the whiplash termed price hike
Pray
O kind Lord, show me the way!
Xavier
Bage
Thurs,
April 14, 2016
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