Early On
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Early On
Sitting there alone in class
they said it wasn't cool.
He should not bring his bible
to read while he's in school.
The gave him detention
and they took his book away.
While he watched through the window
when the rest went out to play.
Then one day at home, at play
he was out collecting bugs.
He saw in the shed out back
his daddy doing drugs.
Mom and dad went their own ways
his life was filled with hurts.
Over time as time went on
he turned his back on church.
So many things that he would face
with so little understanding.
Life for him it seems to me
had become just too demanding.
New friends made no games are played
he turned his life to crime.
Until the day the law got him
and now he's doing time.
Other prisoners come and go
each going their own way.
But they gave him a bible
now he reads it every day.
Why is it that we never learn
until our chance is gone?
To give our children hope they need
while it's still early on?
Copyright © Edwin Hofert | Year Posted 2015
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