About the Poem
This poem is how an old man feels toward crime and how he wishes that things could be changed by someone who thinks like a child.
The Eyes Of A Child |
| by Terri |
| An old man was sitting on a bench in the park, his clothes were all tattered his eyes had no spark. He was feeding the pigeons some old dried up bread, as he threw his last piece here's what he said; Well, little birds, I've nothing to give, this place is a mess, this world where we live. The rapes and the killings are driving me mad, on most every street corner you see something sad; I cannot change things my age is against me, The new generation can help make it healthy. I'll be looking from Heaven with a smile so wide, If these things could be changed using a child as your guide. |
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mich
this poem is very true good work
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