My boy born to die

Posted on November 10, 2022 by Rex Tyler

I carried my boy through the thick
And the thin
Through the hot and the cold
Through the quiet and the din
In pain with strain being milked
Being tagged
After birth he was kidnapped
That’s when it was flagged
Up in my spirit my boy
Dragged off and thrown
Like a broken toy

About Rex Tyler

I love animals. I enjoy writing poetry and delivering speeches.I like to mentor people who need help in preparing speeches and evaluations.I enjoy travel although it is much harder for me these days.I so enjoyed the Andes Mountains and Volcanoes and the Quichua people who live and thrive there.I have lots of friends around the world.
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