Inheritance

INHERITANCE Dear child, we lost for you, America, that apple pie, sprout from a tiny seed. If you could find the hope of common need, perhaps you'd save what was America, from what's become a world of common greed. Dear child, we lost for you, the dream of dreams, we thought would always be; 'twould never end; by now you've guessed, not everyone's your friend, your apple pie's not always what it seems, and hope is not what's just around the bend. Dear child, we lost for you, the right to be, the right to fly, the right to come and go; the love of reaching out, to let it show, your touching of a friend, in all you see, this was America, you'll never know. © ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet