“Poor People”

1. On January 13th, 2006 at 7:56 pm MD Says:

   hey candle,

   this is very profound for a 13 yr old. it’s very touching and i would never guess that a 13 yr old wrote this. ur heart is ure and open to sensitivity of life because despite being in our little shells, u still feel the animosity of the weather outside. keep the spirit alive and never lose it to materialism or shallow things in life

   i passed by ur blog earlier but i realized it’s deep and a lot of good reading…so i thought i will pass by in a bit, to comment properly i love ur blog!!

2. On January 13th, 2006 at 8:12 pm candleofhope Says:

   thanks for the sweet compliment MD..
   i actually realized that i had the talent of writing when i was 12 years old..

   anyway.. i’m really glad that you like my blog..
   thanks a million..

3. On January 14th, 2006 at 6:26 am sadia Says:

   nice poem for a 13 year old!

4. On January 14th, 2006 at 11:51 am candleofhope Says:

   thanks

5. On January 15th, 2006 at 6:09 am Maria Q Says:

   Asslaaamu Alykum.

   Thanks for passing by my blog! Your blog is really good to, MahsAllah! I’ll visit again, inshaAllah. How old are ou now? *just wondering!*

   Take care & Ma’assalaam.

6. On January 15th, 2006 at 9:42 am candleofhope Says:

   w3alaikoum isallam..

   your most welcome..
   im glad you passed by..

7. On January 17th, 2006 at 3:49 pm uaebelle Says:

   WOW!!
   Mashalla 3alaich..
   It’s a lot for a 13 yr old to think and write about something like that!!
   .. the words r so touching..
   Even though ur living safely,, ur still considerate about other poor kidz =)
   Allah y36eech el3afia…

   (Sorry 4 the late comment, I was busy for the past few days )

8. On January 17th, 2006 at 6:05 pm candleofhope Says:

   thanks..
   we should all think about what goes around us

9. On January 18th, 2006 at 9:59 pm Q8ibloger Says:

   Asalamu aleykum
   Mashallah descent blog you have

   Keep going

10. On January 19th, 2006 at 7:57 am bo3ouf Says:

    mashallah 3lych .. i cant belive that it is written by 13 yr
    bas wallah it is good thing that u have these feelings about other people
    also it is nice to express these feelings

    why dont u show us some of ur writings Now ( i mean in ur current age )??

    i will check it later .. and keep going on ..

    Abdulrahman
    UAE - Sharjah

11. On January 19th, 2006 at 2:53 pm MissHappy Says:

    WOOOW

    it’s really AMAZING ..

    13 yrs OLD !!

    Mashallah 3aleech siso0o ^_^

    عقبال ما نجوفج من الأدباء الكبار

    By the way thx 4 passing by my BLOG ^_^

    & I really felt comfortable in ur blog ..

    I don’t know why

12. On April 12th, 2006 at 11:51 am Ancient Clown Says:

    Beautiful Poem…out of the mouths of babes.
    I was older when I wrote this.

    “LONELY TEARS”

    Half-sitting, half-laying
    His hat in the street
    A few coins twinkle there
    Nearby, a drummers beat.

    His eyes barely open
    For what’s there to see
    A businessman passes
    Throws two quarters, maybe three.

    Out of guilt or compassion
    I’d say the former not the latter
    For his eyes never left his watch
    As though he doesn’t even matter.

    But the old man doesn’t care
    He’s already learned how to cope
    What he really requires
    Is for us to give him hope.

    A bard in me, I say to you
    You that cannot see his pain
    For it does indeed show itself
    Time and time again.

    If you peer closely
    At the corner of his eye
    Ah, but first you must sit a spell
    And let the sun creep through the sky.

    Until time then rewards
    It now begins to swell
    A lone tiny tear
    Has finally climbed the well.

    Slowly it builds
    Its journey long
    Vibrating in rhythm
    To the drummers song.

    It finally falls
    Sliding over the cheek
    Pounding through the stubble
    Gliding where it’s sleek.

    Hanging from the chin
    Posing in its singularity
    And showing all
    In utmost clarity.

    Only a man
    With a broken heart
    Cries with
    Lonely tears.

    Half-sitting, half-laying
    His hat in the street
    A few coins twinkle there
    Nearby, a drummers beat.

    His eyes barely open
    For what’s there to see
    A businessman passes
    Throws two quarters, maybe three.

    Out of guilt or compassion
    I’d say the former not the latter
    For his eyes never left his watch
    As though he doesn’t even matter.

    But the old man doesn’t care
    He’s already learned how to cope
    What he really requires
    Is for us to give him hope.

    A bard in me, I say to you
    You that cannot see his pain
    For it does indeed show itself
    Time and time again.

    If you peer closely
    At the corner of his eye
    Ah, but first you must sit a spell
    And let the sun creep through the sky.

    Until time then rewards
    It now begins to swell
    A lone tiny tear
    Has finally climbed the well.

    Slowly it builds
    Its journey long
    Vibrating in rhythm
    To the drummers song.

    It finally falls
    Sliding over the cheek
    Pounding through the stubble
    Gliding where it’s sleek.

    Hanging from the chin
    Posing in its singularity
    And showing all
    In utmost clarity.

    Only a man
    With a broken heart
    Cries with
    Lonely tears.

    (Hope that wasn’t too long)
    your humble servant,
    Ancient Clown

13. On April 12th, 2006 at 3:59 pm candleofhope Says:

    Ancient Clown ==—>
    it was long but very beautiful..
    you pictured the situation so perfecttly..

    thanks for passing ..

14. On April 28th, 2006 at 1:09 am amett Says:

    i have taken a short visit to your blog, and i enjoyed it. i will turn to the page later too. i love the cincerity and cocerns i saw.