Child Of Our Time Poem by Dawn Ferrett
Child Of Our Time
O, pity the poor unfortunate child,
Neglected and forlorn!
No-one to care for or nurture him:
He didn't ask to be born!
All he wants is a happy home
And food to fill his belly -
Designer clothes, mobile, a PS3
And a huge LCD telly!
He didn't ask to be Born...! That is true We bring to life and leave them to live...!
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5/6/2024 6:51:04 AM # 1.0.0.1119
sign of the times I'm afraid: o)))) what's this world coming to?