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It has been awhile Walt. Yet it never seizes to amaze me when I read another write of yours. Short, but yet to the point...*chuckles* soemtimes it feels like I am in a never ending compition with you my good friend. Almost like battle of the poems...*giggles* Well I will have some up soon, so please, when you get the chance, look to see.
Praying for something real, something solid in a world of the ephemeral and evanescent. Children are forced to grow up by the children they create and the uncaring eyes of their parents. Today has gotten to be horrible, and tomorrow is destined to be nothing short of worse. Where are we going in all of this? Your poem adresses the sadness of this generation, and the pain that leads them to create their own children. Babies giving birth to babies. What else can happen from generations born of revenge and agony? Wonderful write, walt.