Wednesday, February 25, 2009

They are children

They are children
running out
into the street
because we can't watch them all.

The traffic
going once more
to their daily grind
hits them
without a thought
and doesn't stop.

We turn away
and try not
to take the blame.

4 comments:

TACParent said...

I don't think you turn away. I think you turn "over" their care to someone with more energy (to more than one person, really) who can watch over them in shifts. There is no blame. It just is.

Dymphna (4HisChurch) said...

Ooo, I like that. I like that a lot. Thanks for the insight.

LORENZO said...

The ones who play in the street all the time never get hit, it's the ones who step in the road to get the ball who get run down. I like this one, so much behind the words.

Dymphna (4HisChurch) said...

"The ones who play in the street all the time never get hit, it's the ones who step in the road to get the ball who get run down."

Wow. That says a lot, especially in light of my poem. Very interesting observation.

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