Something I wrote in a bleh state of mind, thinking about children of today who are to be the keepers of this world tomorrow.
Oh my precious little one, my hope was still bright
When you stepped into this world
Today, I am not so sure if I was right.
The world I gave you doesn’t seem so ideal
Most days, it does not show any promise of getting better
Nor does it promise you anything that’s real
The rational part of me says, this is not your battle to fight,
Do what you can to your best and teach as much
But I cringe, wondering if you even got your birthright.
Clear air, water and a place to live is all you need
Even those are hard to come by and,
Nature’s already looking for ways to trim the weed.
I really hope you get a chance to
Love what you have, and
Live how you want,
Cherish your life as you rest.
But hope is all I got,
For I am also one part of all this havoc,
Nothing else can I say except that I am sorry,
For giving you the world in this state.
Until later 🙁
