William Roseboro Sr. Poems

Certain death awaits a newborn,
alone on a basement floor.
Softly foot steps fades in the distance,
at the closing of the basement door. Winter's raging just beyond the walls,
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Innocently trusting, she approached the car.
This sweet little girl of nine.
O, the pity, mother never explained,
strangers can be unkind! A piece of candy, is all it took,
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All your life, so generous at heart,
contributing to someone else.
Don't you think, it's about time,
you do something good for yourself? Pack a bag. Fly like a bird.
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