Five Young Children - Poem by Mary Nagy
Five young children.
Lost and alone.
No one to care for them.
No one home.
Where are their parents?
Sitting in the bar.
Once the drinks have all been poured,
The fights will go too far.
Remember those poor children
waiting there at home.
They're too young to change their lives
or live them on their own.
Are there other children?
Lost and alone?
No one to care for them?
No one home?
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