Precious Calling
Children
The soul's simple essence
The proof of our presence
Children
Feeling forgotten
Mocked, chided, and beaten
Children
Sticky and stumbling
Funny and frightened
Help them.
They are only children.
Love them.
Guide them to loving
To dancing and laughing-
Learning.
They hunger and thirst
For the gift that keeps giving.
Looking.
They are looking to us-
do something- I must-
Teach them.
the are ready.
I'll teach them
Not to stand in lines
And blunt their sharp minds
Guide them
To see beyond college
To run after knowledge
Help them
To design a dream
Try hard, and achieve
Teach them.
I am ready.
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