Seven Years
by Koye Berry
He goes hunting
He makes his keys
And when he comes to bed
He goes right to sleep

And when he speaks to me
I sit at his feet
Then when he's said his peace
He goes right to sleep

I tried to show him sun
Rising in the east
But he just stayed inside
And went right to sleep

Mama, I am willing
And I am sweet
But now for seven years
He's gone right to sleep
Posted by: Koye Berry

Poetry (July 15th, 2007)