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It's so often easy for me
To write of love and speak of dreams And I'll even write a fun poem Avoid the serious, it seems Yes, we all want entertainment Life's too serious as it is But some things I feel must be said And so I'd like to tell you this So many bright-eyed children weep In fear, in hunger and much more Their lives are broken, and they, too Such sadness comes with being poor Their clothes are secondhand, at best And other kids so like to pick These precious hearts find little rest There is no doctor when they're sick Their meal is beans, or rice, what's cheap A diet that will not help them grow They're all around us, yet we're blind These tiny ones with hearts aglow How we spend so much at Christmas A celebration it must be So many gifts and stacked so high While for some kids there is no tree We push our plates back, we're too full Buy leather jackets, a silk shirt Some children raid dumpsters for food Because their empty stomachs hurt How dare we forget such as these And not give them a chance to dream Not feed them so that they can sleep They're not like us, so it would seem But just like us, each one of them With eyes that shine and smiles that light Your heart up like a Chriistmas tree Keep them in mind, please don't lose sight At least supply their basic needs Toys, clothes and some food to eat A doctor when they come down sick And in the winter give them heat But most of all, give them yourself Don't hide your heart, please show you care And let them know they're valued much And of your willingness to share So blessed we are that we forget That others struggle just to eat As we live air conditioned lives And live in homes with central heat This poem's not meant to worry you But only open eyes to see How precious all these children are Each child could have been you or me |