Teresa Dearing

Rookie (From the beginning / Some where over the rain bow)

Lost Little Sheep - Poem by Teresa Dearing

Little sheep with unmade dreams,
Now on stained sheets they sleep,
Longing to escape poverty,
Success a giant leap.

Who will be role models,
For those innocent little sheep,
The pimp on the corner,
A hooker, or some sicko creep.

The track on Mom’s arm,
Her only escape,
Each prick like the picket fence,
In her dream estate.

Dad could have made a difference,
If he had stayed in their small lives,
But he had other things to do,
To score that caddy he now drives.

Who will teach these little sheep,
The meaning of success,
Lest they repeat the pattern,
Adding more lives to distress.

If each life is so precious,
Why leave our lost little sheep,
To the over-burdened mother on vacation,
Or some uncaring creep......

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Poem Submitted: Friday, June 27, 2008

Poem Edited: Monday, July 7, 2008


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