Puzzled is as puzzled does
I am quite frequently puzzled.
Why do some act that way,
Creating a permanent quest for understanding.
I have a student, he’s a really great kid
But he has some humongous struggles.
He fights each day just to live
Chronic dysfunction is his normal.
He cannot be judged by society means
That just creates a quandry
To understand this lad, adjust your focus
Frame everything for protection
How would you protect the one most dear
The one you loved the most
And finally you start to unravel
The complexities that are this child.
My dearest hope but hopeless it is
Is to be able to meet his needs.
Saddly to help him, I have to help others
And if they see the need, are unable to help themselves.