The boy, during the epidemic
Was careful, about washing his hands.
But what about those sleeping rough
Had they soap enough.? The Boy thought.
So he cut up soap, into tiny squares,
Asking his aunt, when shopping, to pass the City Square,
And leave gifts of soap, where people slept there.
The Boy’s mother wondered, about her missing soap,
Until Aunty Mary told her, of the gifts, giving hope.
So more was bought, and The Boy worked on,
Until the virus lost its grip, and seemed forever gone.