On the Tracks
The New York millionaires have fled to Rome,
The West Coast billionaires take to the air,
The dishwashers and truck drivers stay home,
And the cancer patients have requested hair
From nurses who have children sick at school,
Nurses who work a double-shift to pay
The rent because the ex won't follow rules
And children like to eat, wear clothes, and play
In the abandoned houses by the tracks
Where freight trains whistle in the morning mist,
Visibility at a hundred feet
As the daredevil boys depart the shacks
Where they had taken girls for their first kiss
And stand on slats, as mist turns into sleet.
A sad poem on the today's situation as relation between children and parents is deteriorating. Loved the way you have put it. 'Nurses who work a double-shift to pay The rent because the ex won't follow rules And children like to eat, wear clothes, and play'.. is thought provoking. Thanks for sharing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Write comment. Such a nice poem, Day W. Read my poem, Love and Iust. Thanks