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A Dream


A Dream

by Robert Neest



The son of young and working man and wife

A two-year-old boy lived in a small flat,

Inside a basement of a building was

What they could pay from their modest wage.


The parents left the place that they were born

And went away from their home and friends,

Were forced by lack of chances to build up

A decent life for their family.


Arrived in a new country they were firm

In their will to strive for a new life

And get for their son what they had not,

To grow with hope of better days ahead.


One night, a storm was hitting their town

And massive floods were reaching their street,

A brutal burst inside the place they were

And died the mother, father and the son.


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