The Shortest Story - Harry Chapin

I am born today
The Sun burns a promise
in my eye

Mama strikes me
and I draw a breath and cry
Above me a cloud
slowly tumbles through the sky
I am glad, to be alive

It is my seventh day
I taste the hunger
and I cry

My Brother and sister
Cling to Mama's side
She squeezes her breast
but it has nothing to provide
Someone weeps, I fall asleep

It is twenty days today
Mama does not hold me
anymore

I open my mouth
but I am to weak to cry
Above me a bird slowly crawls across the sky
Why is there nothing
now to do but die?