when the money is gone, <br />and they've taken everything away... <br />they padlocked your house, <br />and repoed your car... <br />the years have passed, <br />have taken their toll. <br />even the fires of love, <br />burned down to embers... <br />at the end of the day, <br />at the end of the road... <br />all you have left are the children. <br />they carry your heart <br />to a new day and a new world... <br />love the children! <br /> <br />every child that is born <br />carries the holy seed. <br />whatever it takes, <br />love the children! <br />a Jesus, a Buddha, a JFK, <br />a Gandhi, an Einstein, <br />a Whitman, a Jefferson... <br />maybe a stronger, better, <br />reflection of you! <br />love the children!<br /><br />Eric Cockrell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/love-the-children/
