The Lost Child Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Set up and pleased to be,
The lost child.
And free to feed deluded needs.

Set up and pleased to be,
The lost child.
And thinking it's the only way to be.

Hustling the streets with little to eat.
No sleep. No shelter. No security.
With beliefs this doing is paying dues.
And seeking to be taught,
By those willing to teach...
How a life of ease can be obtained and reached.

Set up and pleased to be,
The lost child.
And free to feed deluded needs.
Yet refusing to combat a certain defeat,
Since the acceptance of it...
Has been known by others and condoned.

Set up and pleased to be,
The lost child.
And thinking it's the only way to be,
With others who have validated this life as shown.