Poem. We are Children of Children of Children

In the world today, a child cries.  Another laughs, still others die.

People travel to and fro.  Many stranger's some you know.

Parents fuss, some smile, some weep.

They are the people we pass on the street.

The days go on as they tend to do.  Some much longer for a chosen few.

The lives we lead still carry on even after we're long gone.

The child that cries perhaps does so, for a lost embrace of parent's role.

Another laughs at a silly dad, or a mom who tickles a soft foot pad.

The children who are laid to an earthly rest, will live in the memories of thier loved ones at best.

We all are children, from whence we came.  The people we pass not knowing thier name.

Each person was born and must surely die.  Time waits for no man, not you nor I.

Be kind to the children you see each day.  We each are children in every way.

The kindness you show to the stranger you meet, will live on in thier memory as they other's so treat.

The example you set for each child you see, will forever remain your legacy.

Daniel D.