The Young
A little duck was in the pond,just a swimmin round and round,
He was tryin to get to shore but didnt really know where he was bound.
The only place he has been was in the nest near his mother,
He only trusted her ,for no one else he would bother.
She is not here now,left and never came back,
And the lessons of life was one thing he lacked.
The young need a leader,to lifes little mistakes,
They need someone to love them no matter what it takes.
Just like our children,love them tenderly,
Children are a message to a time we will never see.
Copyright © Charles Ruble | Year Posted 2009
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