Informercial Of Children Seen But Never Remebered Poem by Curtis Mosby

I love how pain grab our heart.
Only for a moment we seem to care.
About what in front of us.
No names but just the horror of gruesome living.
Where the world it 's standing still at this hour.
How can a flower be more beautiful than a child.
Thru the flies these weary eye's can't see us.
If only we stop watching and lay our hearts by thier side.
Nothing real untill you touch it and feel what it like.
To live lonely on an empty appetite.
About 4 minutes is enough to cry.
As we turn the channel and forget what we saw in life.
Contribute what money is not the answer to all things.
No matter what they tell you it's what your heart brings.
Don't be pretenders.
Thier are enough infomercial of children seen
but never remebered.