Tuesday, May 12, 2015

The Children

It isn't easy...
remembering the promises.
All the what ifs, the maybes.
Pulling in the sometimes;
It can all become a bit hazy...

& destruction comes
If from my tongue
Rolls an "I forgot"

For in my skull
there not take note
A teeny-tiny robot.

There be a brain,
a mind of mine.
& yes,
It may have flaw.
But that does not push truth
That all this youth
May grind & gnaw & caw.

We care for you so,
& this, you may know,
to keep in your pocket forever;
We try our best, give us a rest,
& we shall together
conquer every endeavor.

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