Out of the eight,
a few never left the gate.
Six can make it on their own,
now that mom and dad are gone.
The other two stand,
but they can't take on lifes hard demand.

Lucky are the ones complete,
each and everyday they eat.
They find their own nourishment,
need very little encouragement.
One now calculates,
as he writes and speculates.

He feels lucky not being one of the two,
lifes not fair is the clue.
I feel sorry for my brothers today,
Life gives and it takes away.
A family of eight,
bless the ones with the lesser fate.

G