His name YOUTH.

Not let me reminisce as I rhyme
to tell you of my dear past time
There was a young boy-his name is Youth
which was partially evident by his missing tooth
with bandages on his knees and his dirty face
one could see how he loved to race
with his friends in the neighborhood street
Joyously he ran with his bear feet
He would always be content and light as a feather
as he always expected sweet warm weather
Although he had yet to grow and a bigger body to obtain
he never worried unless the sky began to rain
How depressing the day would be
if in that baby blue sky no happy smiling sun he could see
with his pleasant boyish grin he found he could win
the heart of anyone no matter what predicament he was in
He had a pure sincere heart wrapped in gold
As he watched the mysteries of life unfold
with his undying and unconditional love
he soared through the sky like a beautiful white dove
Shall I compare my youth with diamonds or most valuable gold?
No, for my boyhood is more precious than all this world can hold.
How much better we'd live and how free we'd be
if we'd realize that youth lives in you and-
He always lives in me.

The Weeping Babe by Nigel Michael Nonis

She kneels by the cradle
Where Jesus doth lie;
Singing, Lullaby, my Baby!
But why dost Thou cry?

The babes of the village
Smile sweetly in sleep;
And lullaby, my Baby,
That ever dost weep!

I've wrapped Thee in linen,
The gift of the Kings;
And wool, soft and fleecy,
The kind Shepherd brings.

Now smile, little Jesus,
Whom naught can defile;
All gifts will I give Thee
An thou wilt but smile.

But it's lullaby, my Baby!
And mournful am I,
Thou cherished little Jesus,
That still Thou wilt cry. 

Nothing on my mind,lol....i do not know how to go on somemore.... i hope this is more than enough~

Love, 

NIGEL