My poems hang out on the corner.
They go for rides with strangers.
Like any parent I worry.
When they come home for the night,
some tell me where the've been.
Others don't say a word.
There's nothing I can do.
If I gave them enough love and care
they'll be ok out there.
Right there with you my friend... being new on here even makes this more real for me. To think I will be critiqued... whew.... but I am ready! Thanks, Rick
We all hope the best for our poems, that they find honest readers who really do appreciate poetry, good write, Max.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I can't believe I never commented on this one. It's one of my favorites and I come back to it often for a smile (some kind of twisted poetry support group, I suppose) . Just wanted you to know. Thanks for it, Lori