One Hundred People

It takes a village to raise a child, and for them all to write his book.

One hundred people wrote this book,

And you won't believe all the time it took.

 

One hundred people saw his birth,

And watched his first three steps on Earth.

 

One hundred people saw him go to school,

And learned that he was not a fool.

 

One hundred people saw him cry,

And watched as he began to die.

 

One hundred people brought him flowers,

And wept o'er his grave for hours.

 

One hundred people found the words,

To liberate his soul like birds.

 

One hundred people wrote his book,

And you won't believe all the time it took.

Author's Note

This wasn't about Jesus, just so you know. It was about a boy and 100 people (the village people) watched him grow up. When he died, they were so distraught they wrote a book about his whole life.