Babies Making Babies Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

They thought they would enjoy the risk.
Of doing it...
Without the benefit,
Of being prepared for it.

Babies.
Making babies!

They put their parents into fits.
Who thought they taught their kids,
To realize...
The heartache that would come from it.

But they are babies,
Making babies.

Born in these times...
When it's easy to pay no mind,
To what others say...
To have it their way.

No one can find...
A sympathy,
When these young minds are gone.
To wander,
And roam alone.

They thought they would enjoy the risk.
Of doing it...
Without the benefit,
Of being prepared for it.

Babies.
Making babies!

They put their parents into fits.
Who thought they taught their kids,
To realize...
The heartache that would come from it.

But they are babies,
Making babies.

No one can find...
A sympathy,
When these young minds are gone.
To wander,
And roam alone.

Born in these times...
When it's easy to pay no mind,
To what others say...
To have it their way.
Today!

To have it their way.
Today!

And these babies.
Making babies!
Stay that way!

Leaving a sadness,
With the rest of us...
To pay!
And arresting a joy,
That fades away!