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Tuesday, 30 November 2010

Prayer For The Young

Big scene about a dying star,

Scenes on TV as the coffin went far.

But there are those who go unsung.

I say a prayer for the young.



Little child with cancer, inside, growing.

A life time the child will not be knowing.

I try not to cry as the child smiles.

Little child with their own kind of styles.



I write this poem, but do not give me pay.

Because, for them, I would gladly give it away.

All the very money if it saves them.

My tears fall now, to never stem.



Children should have a future to live.

My life to save theirs I would give.

They never see their life begun.

I say a prayer for the young.

 


copyright Chris Smith 2009

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