Be sympathetic

A pinched green child,no bread,no shed;
Vex put him off,never ever ken what is a bed.
Mousy eyes full of fright;
No days always night.
Love,affection,"what are these?"
An aeon of chore,not a whit of ease.
For a piece of bread,going door to door,
Oh! when the street dog licked his sore.
Never worn,but touched every shoe,
No pat,only a blue!
Jealous,he is of the cows in the meadow,
No one amidst,mere his shadow.
He's an old man,in adolescence,
Blues and dumps,no exubeance.
Now the days are over,
The corpse is craving a cover,
Even now,the humanity is lymphatic,
At last,nature had to be sympathetic,
And strews snow over his relics.