The Little Ones Of All Ages! Poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi

When they splash the water on me,
I wipe their wet faces with my towel.
When they pull me into the mud to be dirty,
I take them out and clean their soiled feet.
When the web is so wide to catch them as spiders,
I install the protective software, to stun the intruders.
When they tell me the goodness of modern living,
I tell them that we were modern at our times,
When they spend the money as water,
I have no heart to tell them our despair.