David Smith Poet Abecedarian

Grandchildren Last Line of Defence

Abnormal reactions,
Big stuff ups,
Countless mistakes,
Deliberate interference.

Everyday occurrences,
Foolish moves,
Give false hope,
Hear the anguish.

Injustice on the rise,
Judges on the take,
Known by those who have lost the use of their tongue.

Love seeds now uncommon,
Money in the hands of the few,
No relief in sight,
Only a few still in the fight.

Possibilities for grandchildren to,
Quietly tip the balance,
Right messages uplifted essential,
Should they reject fake news.

Temperature extremes,
Unlikely all will survive,
Very little shade,
Where trees no longer exist.

Xylophones silent,
Yachts languishing in unsafe harbours, 
Zebras no longer crossing.

Apples not falling far from the tree,
Big decisions needed from little people.

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Connie Marcum Wong January 23, 2022 at 2:26 PM My grandchildren are of my concern too. I want there to still be a world free enough for them to live in. My little granddaughter will turn two Feb 23rd. I love your insightful poem David. Bless you xxoo David Smith January 23, 2022 at 4:31 PM Thank you Connie. I have hopes that there enough like minded people who will put their hand up for this to happen. We cannot wait for politicians to come on board though. Strong communities are what gets the job done. Take care David in NZ

Anne-Lise Andresen February 13, 2021 at 1:34 PM - ... in a world that is difficult to live in ... but, they have to learn to fly - great written, David - // Anne-Lise :) David Smith February 14, 2021 at 5:39 PM Yes indeed they do. Our grandson just turned 2. He shows signs it is possible. He has two sets of grandparents to help. he is keen on books. I am glad to see you are still on line. Take care David in NZ

Lewis Raynes February 13, 2021 at 8:21 AM Yep, i hope we, as a society, improve and dont just pass the buck to the next generation. Great poem David. David Smith February 13, 2021 at 1:09 PM thanks Lewis. This type of poem new territory for me. I think if some of us oldies work together we can still turn things around and avoid a world of pain for the grandchildren.