Nobody's Child At All
Standing on a street corner
With a tear stained face,
Aching in his heart
For a friendly embrace.
Dressed in filthy rags
Looking rather forlorn,
The poor little child
Wished he'd never been born.
His belly was bloated
From being totally unfed,
The small curly headed urchin
Has no place to lay his head.
Does no one really care
To take on a parental role,
And give love and protection
For this poor suffering soul?
Copyright © Peggy Caulfield | Year Posted 2012
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