I remember as a child
Going to bed at night
How the full moon
Kept me awake with it's light
Will the problems in the world
Still exist when I get older
Or will the world find a way
To continue to grow colder
I listen to the evening news
Sometimes I get scared
It seems the more I hear
The less I believe people care
I remember as a child
Going to bed at night
Believing that come tomorrow
I would always see the morning light
12-16-18/RjH
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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A very sweet poem conveying childlike hope, in the midst of an uncertain world. : -)