The Children

Small,

Yet adorable.

Two,

Is the number.

Boys,

Are the gender.

Walking freely,

In to the world.

The dangers,

Await them.

They walk,

Hand in hand.

Brothers,

Sticking to one another.

Oh where is,

Your mother?

They continue,

To walk.

They don't talk.

As for they,

The children,

Are lost.

Not missing,

But lost.

Running around,

Like a playground.

Smiling,

Yet scared.

Who are they?

The children.

No one knows,

As they continue.

As brothers,

Walking together.

In this world,

As the children.

Hey ya'll!! i know i'm two days late here but hopefully you could forgive me. work has been always kicking my butt. i get those customers who could just ruin your day man. i know it's stupid to let a few people ruin it but hey.. it happens. anyway! the inspiration from this poem came from a situation that actually happened at work today. unfortunately, these two little boys walked a long distance to the outside of my store, ALONE! they couldn't have been any younger than maybe 3 and 5 years old. this world is so dangerous, especially in the kind of neighborhood i'm in anyway.

Mind you, these little boys crossed a very very busy street. they could have gotten hurt. they sat outside my job for a bit, luckily a customer whom i just served noticed the two little boys and brought them inside. the manager at the time had called the police because they seemed lost. i'm not really sure what happened to the boys, but my main thought is where was the mother? or even father? like come on people...please keep a better eye on your children because anything could happen at any point in time of the day. they could have been snatched. or even hit by a car. anyways, all i am really saying is here keep your children by you and in your sight at all times. because in the blink of an eye they could disappear.