Poem #1

 Why must these children be so cruel?

Neglecting their mother,

Treating her like trash,

Making her sick.


Instead of gallivanting like fools,

Why not gain some knowledge.

A job, if you may.

Don't just sit around,

Do something!

We need you,

She needs you.

The future depends on us all.


I didn't give this poem a title,  and I have no intentions of doing so. This way, readers can have their own interpretation of the piece. What do you believe the title should be? What do you think I was talking about in the poem?

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