Where Is the Love

It's not the same - not like it used to be
I had your back - you were looking out for me.
Where is the love, honor, and respect?
never passed you by - promised I'd never forget
How you fed me - there was little food to eat
Clothes on my back you bought shoes on my feet.
We had a lot of love tho' we didn't have money
hugs all around said everything's okay honey.
When I called you were there at the drop of a dime
family has changed because you don't make the time

Where is the love?

Mothers loved daughters fathers loved their son
Take it back to Genesis that's where it all begun.
Sons' hate their fathers,daughters hate their mothers
All the home life gone..no time for one another.
We used to nourish our kids hug, watch them grow
Where they living today, you don't even know.
Back in the day we could pick up the phone
Console one another when something went wrong?
I had your back you were looking out for me
It's not the same like it used to be..

Where is the love?
Copyright © | Year Posted 2012

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Dey Avatar
March 21, 2012 at 8:13 PM
This is lovely and here is the love in this sentence we write for each other to maintain communication and courtesy only. Like this. Write on please.
Sherman Avatar
March 21, 2012 at 10:05 PM
Thank you I appreciate it.
Yamin Avatar
March 15, 2012 at 12:13 PM
What a sensitive topic you have touched, Valerie. Where is Love? A million Dollar question. Your observations are so true. We have all experienced what you are telling. Only you had the heart to give it a poetic form. Great. Thanks for sharing. -Mohammad
Sherman Avatar
March 21, 2012 at 10:05 PM
Thank you I appreciate it.
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