I don't really know why I wrote this someone I know ended up on the streets and became an addict to H. at an early age and is now struggling to reastablish his life it just made me think.


In the hustle and bustle of modern day living
A place full of greed and much less forgiving
In the back streets and alley's,in dust and decay
A new breed of chid reaches out for the day.

A child of the future,quick witted and sour
His ambition survival,he lives for the hour
Nobodys child with nowhere to run
Allegiance to no one,and a needle for fun.

No one to care if he lives or he die's
No child protection to witness his crie's
If this is our future,then there is'nt much hope
You know what they say if you give enough rope?

Put a price on the misery we leave in this world
Small ragged bundles curled up in the cold
Wheres the compassion,have we no sense of shame!
If we sow fields of sorrow,then expect crops of pain.

Poetry by penfold18
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Written on 2005-10-06 at 11:57

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cory Crook
That is awsome how u decribe the becoming a child out of the dust and decay. I also love how he goes on and lives like he is raised with no understanding for whats right and wrong.

That just burnt to the core while I read it.
Something that we have experienced or having happened to someone close to us always comes out with a profound sense of depth, truth, and realism. Good job.

chasingtheday The PoetBay support member heart!
crie's - cries
perhaps leaving a space after you have put a comma in rather than the no space you have here with starting the next words? commas are used to show a pause, yet adding the next words after them makes the piece look rushed.

i think the world has always had such people, addicted to drugs, we just highlight it more in this day and age.

children are our future
they shouldnt be exploited like they
are today.there want be a future
of no one steps in.