As a child mostly made <br />on my own parents <br />when clicking did so <br />try mostly not fun <br /> <br />Trying to make you into <br />some thing you're not <br />simply growing tired <br />sitting on plastic covered <br />chairs sofas who cares <br /> <br />We weren't allowed in there <br />any way double that word <br />to raise a child quite <br />contriar saith they not I <br /> <br />You were but an experiment <br />in a moment of wild abandonment <br /> <br />I pretend to teach in public <br />yet when home gopher hole <br />I wished as my own <br />it was so <br /> <br />Now that im older <br />not much to the wiser <br />this much of that do I <br />know <br /> <br />A child simply must feel <br />the need to be loved <br />the world on a plate <br />will you inherit in the end <br /> <br />Said such stupid for there mistakes <br />do I now so feel <br />I have lived to long <br />to sing there tired <br />lame song<br /><br />Uloia Norris Moore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fun-6/
