How Long
How long would you look for your child
Through all the rigmarole
In the wild
Without your heart being chilled
Checking every rabbit hole.
How long would you look for your child
Knowing your unskilled
Looking in every pinhole
In the wild.
I love my child
Or I wouldn't be on a roll.
How long would you look for your child
Each day being unfulfilled?
This life takes its toll.
In the wild
Who would be thrilled
If their heart they couldn't console?
How long would you look for your child
In the wild?
Copyright © Bette Bavington | Year Posted 2017
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