Sadness

Posted on September 12, 2018 by

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I know a child

Not yet a teenager

Of life she has seen plenty.

I wish that it was fun and fairies

Frollicking fancies out on prairies.

Alas

As I look into her eyes

Past aging makeup on her face

I see a child who’s seen too much

Who knows nothing except

Feeling unsafe

 

 

Category: life, Poetry, teaching

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