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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