He came to me
When I was crying loud
He was seeing me
From a long time ago
Still he asked me
If I wanted a chocolate
And he held me
Till the road I knew
Then he left me
To walk forth, happy
As I grew up, I only wondered
He never asked why I was crying
🙂
Really?? Why are you crying?
I cannot recall (even in the poem) because it does not matter to me…I remembered more the person and what happened.. and that it was alright later…
I really wanted to convey that our problems are rarely bigger… 😉
But one can clearly infer that I, as a kid, may be lost at some unknown place so I was crying…