Everything has changed, the past is ancient.
Edmund’s gone now, forever absent.
With him died more than his existence,
It has been broken; my life’s balance.
Dad beats me more as the days come and go,
He is bitter and lost, but I don’t blame him though.
I don’t want his life, and the farm won’t produce.
As I look at life, I think what is the use.
On the bright side my friend is comforting.
She says a lot of kids have bad beginnings.
She has told me time after time,
“Adolf, just wait, you’ll be fine.”

