Yellow
It's early sunday morning
and the sun has started it's shine
I look outside to notice
the neighbors drinking a holiday wine
there sits their son, to young to join
having sweat stream down his face
shining like brand new coins
already experiencing a taste, he stared
unable to tell the stress he bared
He's had his first drink and now he's scared.
Copyright © Lashawn Wilkins | Year Posted 2012
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