Peggy Caulfield Poet Rhyme

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?

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Robert Johnson June 5, 2012 at 1:36 PM When those of us who have enough. Reach out and help who have it tough. The balance will return on earth. The way it was at each of our birth. This is a heart wrenching poem Peggy. It's amazing how we can go on in our daily lives so casually, knowing this situation exists. Thanks for reminding us to reach out and do what we can. May God's peace be in your day and in theirs.

Joseph May May 25, 2012 at 8:41 AM it is so sad that so many are suffering..well written ...love...Joseph

Pace Ink-U-Script May 3, 2012 at 2:38 PM So true...its ashame that this really goes on in the world today. No one wants to take care of their responsibility after creating it. lovely write Peggy!!