I hate to see the pain
the young so often feel.
I wish that I could help.
My love for them is real.
They need some understanding.
They just want to be heard.
Where are their parents when they cry?
Don't they read their words?
They say they hate their lives.
They want to end it all.
I wish that I could help them
and save them from the fall.
It hurts to hear their suffering.
To know I can't be there.
At least I want them all to know
how very much I care.
When you need understanding
or even just a friend,
Send a note and say hello.
I'll be here till the end.
Dear Mary I believe that this is the ultimate thing that we can do for others whilst here on earth. I long to be that loyal and kind. Your words speak much of what really matters. Love.....Duncan
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Mary, well said and a wonderful sentiment. Pain is certainly a popular topic among many of the young poets on Poemhunter. Brian