Little Hearts

Roaming On A Beach
I Saw A Child Barefeet

With Balloons In Hands To Sell
To Buy Medicines For Making His Health Well

Not A Vest Could He Buy
Not A Chocolate Could He Eat
Not A Fuzzy Bed He Could Snore Upon

He Could Experience Just
The Touch Of Hammers And Broken Box

And Waz Used To
To The Prick Of Thorns And Rockss

The Age Of Writing And Drawing
Switched On To The Age Of Laburing And Earning

They Are Left For Just Essays And Fictions
Everyone Has Time Just To Feel Sorry
For The Little Hearts Who Are Left To Run Lorries

But No One Has Time To Help These FUTURE CHANGING hearts