POETRY

Children do their own thing:

Jump and play and scream

Baby dolls, lollipops

Dress and eat and scream

Fire engines, baseball bats

run and chase and scream

tag and hide-and-seek

Come-in-free and scream.

They must have wondrous lungs

With exercise supreme

They need them all their lives

Just listen to them scream!

Everywhere I go

When I seek rest and peace

Everywhere they go

Will their screaming ever cease?

Everybody loves those kids

Babies, youths and teens

Sometimes I think I’ve had enough

You know what I mean?

It’s to the point that I’m afraid I’m going to scream and scream.