1 Born Every Minute Price and Cost
Babies
Children
The greatest gift on earth
The gift of life itself
Call the Midwife
1 Born Every Minute
Unfortunately life as we
have come to know it
Is also insatiably Cruel as well
As the aforementioned greatest
Gift of all on earth the gift of life
Is sadly also sometimes bestowed and
then both wasted and taken for granted
on those who can
And taken and stolen away from those
who can't
And again it is sadly the very same
children and babies
That eventually at the end of the day
Who are the ones to suffer and pay
the ultimate price and cost
Of growing up and then having to
face up to the consequence of knowing
Their parents never actually wanted them
or had any interest or intention of ever
loving them
And I can only imagine that is not a life
that any child or baby would
ever wish or willingly want to be born
into
Through absolutely no fault of their own
Exactly just like those unfortunate who
are unable to have children or babies
of their own very own
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