How Sad Can Be This Life

I've often thought how sad can be this life
The man is separating from his wife
And she in hospital not feeling well
For some 'tis rough and living can be hell.

Their little boy is only three years old
And he's autistic so i have been told
And social workers of him taking care
If there's a God then he's not always fair.

And it's been said the mother well may die
And if so what's going to happen to the boy?
He needs his mum more than he needs his dad
Just thinking of it seems so very sad.

A little boy with blue eyes and blond hair
Of sadness that surround him unaware
He smiles and takes the social worker's hand
'He's lucky he's too young to understand'.

I often think how sad this life can be
And sadness all around me i can see
On a hospital bed an ailing young mother lie
And worry for her baby as she die.