It's never too late,
and there's always going to be time.
Two sentiments I hate,
one on target, the other a crime.
Only one can be spoken as correct,
the other was just wrong from the get.
I say it with all due respect,
there won't always be time so don't forget.
Before we know it they're grown,
from children to young men and women they bloomed.
If they could have chosen parents on their own,
they could have chosen better and been less doomed.
They are a generation in pain,
parents that didn't know how to lead.
Their lives growing up are not the same,
watching them flounder in a world filled with greed.
The smartest of the kids' souls has been tortured
by the demons we have all had.
They should never have been forced to have suffered,
leaving the world's future so sad.
No kid left behind, not one wasted mind,
many left to wonder, their futures so bleak.
All wandering aimless, their destinies at 30 still to find,
having suffered looking for the parents that were gone from week to week.
The world they would inherit,
not the one they deserve.
Not a true soldier among them
and only their selves that they serve.
They learned it from those that came before them as we did.
A world left to inherit left worse off than when it was ours.
Perhaps their future may be less sordid,
once they leave to live among the stars.
There is still time as long as we breathe,
to fix and redeem our trespasses.
Making the changes requiring just heart, and for us to believe
that it is a difference we can make, if we get off our asses.
About the Creator
Jason Ray Morton
Writing has become more important as I live with cancer. It's a therapy, it's an escape, and it's a way to do something lasting that hopefully leaves an impression.


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