Painful Tears
What use to be so very handsome
Very good looking and fine guys.
I am sure are a painful sight.
In any mother's eyes.
The street recruited most by mere surprise.
Unknowingly it was a down payment.
Unseen the enemy lay.
In darkness patiently await the collection.
Now walking pictures.
Some with reflections on non recognition.
Refusing any resources of rescue.
The once promised.
Lives are now filled with grave disparity.
Walking daily down the stairs of death.
Walking in pairs.
Some walk alone.
With the common denominator being.
The streets have now become home.
My heart goes out to the parents.
Whether living or already gone on.
I sympathize with loved ones.
Those that are left.
After mom and dad have transitioned on.
To painfully endure the brokenness.
Of hurtful choices with a dim future.
Now living in demise.
Those painful tears now fall.
From the next generations eyes.
When the day of death come.
The enemy jumps for joy.
Paid in full he collects his prize.
Copyright © Cheryl Chandler | Year Posted 2014
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