Where are the crossing guards of life
The escorts who insure our survival;
The protectors who who deflects the lunging knife
Who makes it clear who is our deadly rivals.
Where are the guiding hands
That marshal us on our way
That help us daily understand
That gives coherence to each day.
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Thank you for visiting my poem. I have proof through your writing, that good souls remain on stand! Wisdom is a wonderful switchboard for the young. PEACE