Sushh, little children, <br />do not let them hear. <br /> <br />Back away from the fire, <br />yet you go near. <br /> <br />Laugh little people, <br />shun from your sins. <br /> <br />Face the pain, <br />and see who wins. <br /> <br />Cough sick elders, <br />you've grown your life well. <br /> <br />Playing the cards, <br />some wish never delt. <br /> <br />Race my family, <br />quick towards your grave. <br /> <br />Fall into the hole, <br />that I so sincerly gave.<br /><br />Cora Lee<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/cry-to-your-death/
