Treasure Island

Alexander Coppedge

(June 25,1954 / Warrenton, North Carolina)

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Cradle him with love when he was tiny
Surviving barely with things she had
Held him close within her arms
Secluded from robbers and thugs
Clothed and sheltered restricting his efforts
You’re tire go to sleep now
Gave him guidance and rules she enforced
Don’t walk backwards or cross the street
Took journeys and visitation
The federal buildings and the church
Protected him from many storms
Lying others, crime and his guests
Feed him when he wasn’t hungry
Sure if one of them he would survive
Gave him instruction to make him strong
You are in service to your country and God
Years passed and the situation altered
She has become the child he was
Now in a large room with strangers
Privacy vacant and love unknown
She sits peering through windows
Neglected in a chair and all alone
A dog to be subjected to punishment
Loved neither by her son, religion or law

Submitted: Monday, August 26, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, August 28, 2013

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A shout out for the elderly in their struugle They are victims of theft, neglect and abuse Don't mess with the elders

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