A Thought For Those To CareA Poem by FriksKids Kids who are not my kids. Kids who are not a consequential product of my actions. Kids who are just kids. Kids Newcomers to this thing, the machine. This perpetual motion in a gallery of existence. A place wherein we are becoming portraits, paintings hung on the walls. Kids They have to look up at us and learn. No need for respect,"this is for yourself" I say. One cannot have respect for a picture in a frame! 'They don't listen to us! They don't feel our pain.' Respect comes when you learn what they tried to teach you, it always seems too late... If only kids would listen and not leave their lives to fate. Kids Something spat out of the mouth of a thing so real it is the only thing that will ever be to you. They stumble on a wreckage in their infancy, oblivious to its perils, absorbing what is, for what should be... They look upon these paintings as the blueprints for a future they cannot yet see. Kids Kids who are my kids. Kids who are a consequential product of my actions. Kids who are just kids. They have no choice. We made them, they are born, and then they have to live. Did we take that choice away? Or was it never there? Are we here because we have to be? Or because someone didn't care? Kids They are just kids. Don't be so unfair. Remember that if they had a choice, they might not have been here. © 2011 FriksAuthor's Note
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Added on October 9, 2010Last Updated on August 14, 2011 AuthorFriksPretoria, Gauteng, South AfricaAboutSimplicity is best because it allows us to see the vital complexities of life. It allows us to see true beauty and it enables us to create. I am what I am and I find pleasure in it! more..Writing
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