![]() The Youth of Laurel OaksA Poem by Kenneth Stephen GoodpasterThe Youth of Laurel Oaks
The youth of Laurel Oaks will sometimes laugh When they forget the homes that are broken Or see the faces of the morning staff Beaming in heartache when they have awoken.
The youth of Laurel Oaks will sometimes play When they mind before and after lunchtime Or when they take their medicine each day With nurses carefully checking each time.
The youth of Laurel Oaks will sometimes dream When they think of a new future elsewhere Or speak with other youth about their life's scheme With chances of being something somewhere.
The youth of Laurel Oaks will sometimes weep When they consider their life and choices Or think of no hope except death and sleep With deepening fear of secret noises.
The youth of Laurel Oaks will always stay Within the minds and hearts of each other When from Laurel Oaks they make their own way With great intention for life another.
The youth of Laurel Oaks will never die When one youth writes song of their endless plight. When ten feet under having said goodbye, He will forever keep alive their flight.
© 2013 Kenneth Stephen Goodpaster |
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Added on November 19, 2013 Last Updated on November 19, 2013 Tags: Laurel Oaks, Youth, Children, Instituion Author
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