Old Kids
White hair
can’t hear
don’t care
wheel chair traffic jam
practice climbing stairs to nowhere
a worn route
from home to you
things said have no meaning
simmering anger
who to blame
what’s your birthday
what’s your name
no conversation
sad but true
things said mean nothing
I’m so sorry mom
this is all you
we should have learned
life ain’t fair
it’s easy to be cruel
you’ve done your best
Let Jesus do the rest