Hinges For Futures Door
Babies, they will cry and cry;
They have plenty of reason;
It must be hard to come here,
From the other side.
Leaving Heaven's not easy;
Especially to, come here.
But, each child will bring gifts with
Them that, can change things.
With each birth also comes hope,
They'll use those gifts for good and
Change the course of Earth's future.
They must grow up here.
In this realm of doom and gloom;
Take care not to corrupt them.
Someday they'll have ideas
to improve life, the
Hinges for, the future's door.
The future, it then becomes
Whatever we dream and do
A utopia.
Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2019
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