Boys who never returned

Boys who never returned
.
Each day I sits resting my back on that tree
and thoughts of life would cloud my mind.
.
Hurtful memories of how life turned an influential fellow
to one whom destitute dearly follows.
Of how life being unfair
puts one in a difficult conundrum.
Of how life being cruel,
defines a man with evil omen
making sapiens whimper
sapiens who at the verge of succeeding
gets even close to failing.
Those who are striving hard for happiness
are greeted with humble forlorn
Can one phase through this cruelty I doubt
lemme just continue wandering
like I’ve been doing all about.
.
©Modest King