The Children I See
In my vision I see
Children on swing sets
Laughing with joy
Chasing each other on turf
In my vision I see
A little boy who falters
Trips over his shoelaces
Lands on the ground crying
In my vision I see
A mother that comes to comfort
That wipes his tears
And kisses his bruises
But I have met
The children on the streets
With stoic looks
And worn out clothes
But I have met
A little boy bullied
By those with more
Than he can afford.
But I have met
A child alone,
Crying for a warm hand
To hold in comfort.
This poem is about:
Our world
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