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Hey, our children?
Where are your mother's your father's?
Where is your forever protecking angle that guides you through these hard times?
Cause child I watch you take the bus home alone and I can't help but wonder,
Our children where did your angle go?
Our children looking so alone and scard.
Our chidren walking lifes dangerouse road.
How can we find these lost souls of theirs?
Our children reach out...

Where are your parents and why are you alone?
You seemed so unprepared and lost.
Its such a big city and here you are.
Alone on a bus.

" We can not prepare our children for the futuer, but we can prepare the futuer for our children."




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On Tuesday January 15th, 2008, Dysphoria (165) writes:
I know love..I sit on the bus with you and we see this little kids riding alone, and I do wonder why their parents let them do it, but our world is far from perfect and their parents are probably off getting high (at least the ones in my neighborhood) Its sad but theres no way to make parents care or make kids be kids if they're trying to be adults.


On Friday January 18th, 2008, Sharon Rose (666) writes:
Maybe they're at work, trying to scrape by on the meager existence they can make for themselves in a world that didn't give them much of a chance to succeed to begin with...not all of us have what it takes to rise from poor boy to president; some of us have to work 40+ hours a week and let someone else take care of our children, since we didn't bother to go out and earn our millions before we had them...


On Friday January 18th, 2008, Sharon Rose (666) writes:
and I am by no means saying I don't take care of my kids, because I DO, but it'd be really fucking nice if someone would fucking pay me to stay home with them, where I WANT to be, instead of having to drudge through a workweek just to have food on the table and a roof over our heads...


On Tuesday January 15th, 2008, RubyXero (448) writes:
parents just don't care any more...and aren't even there for their children. its so true...and sad cuz this is still a dangerous world for the weak. nice write


On Tuesday January 15th, 2008, brie_leigh (9) writes:
This made me want to cry when it says "Where are youre parents and why are you alone" because this is the life I have lived since I was 6 or 7....I really like this poem, and can relate in so many ways. Good job....



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