Tomorrow's children fold their arms
Across their chests, knowing damn well
That they have a lot to fight for.
What have your grandparents done
To your parents, and what have
Your parents done to you?
And, in turn, what will you do
To those becoming tomorrow's children?
The circles come to an end
Somewhere that we cannot see,
Someplace that we cannot reach,
With our arms folded across our chests.
There stands tomorrow's children,
At that age now where they hate you,
But in tomorrow's tomorrow,
They will love you again.
So it's not cool and it's not hip,
So it's not where you thought you'd be.
So it's not what you thought you'd do,
Or how you thought that you'd react.
You've changed, my friend, for better
Or for worse, you turned 360,
And became someone else.
So tomorrow's children may not like you,
It doesn't change, it's what you knew.
So what if you look at your life and think,
This is not what I want, or what I planned.
So what if it all makes you want
The things you weren't meant to have,
And so what if it makes you want
To take it away from them?
Tomorrow's children are yours,
Whether they love you,
Or you love them, it doesn't matter,
They are yours and they will never,
Never go away. Stuck with them,
You are, with your arms folded
Across your chest, wondering
What happened to you,
You, yesterday's children.
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Written August 10th, 2003
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A contest entry
- Prewrites Galore! by kavi.
300 points, ended May 31, 2005, 19 entries
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Yes, the title caught my eye as well, very good poem. I enjoyed it a lot, and it's sad in an honest regard. And by sad, it hits you in the heart. That's what I mean. Good write.
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i must say this is a topic very dear to my heart... i can't imagine having a child and that child having to live in a world that was so unfair to me, how could i justify my reasons to another human being, when asked why? why did you have to bring me here and let me go through all these events and everydays just so i could make you happy until i grew old enough to hate you for it and for you letting this world put it's dirty little hands on me like i was a whore in some seedy bar, all that i get to live through i have you to blame'.... when i think of the thought of raising a person my heart begins to pound for fear of what i know to come, i was my mothers worst nightmare and she was mine, no doubt that it would come my way.. your termonolgy of their arms across their chests, what a perfect discription of how it truly is. when did we become the adults all of a sudden and where was i when this took place? like i said this is something that i hold very dear to my heart so i was delighted to read this, and now i could just go on and on about your piece and how i loved it and agreed with it and how perfectly worded you chose to write it, but i don't want to bore you with all of my opinions, hahahaha, i read through your authors page, cuz i entered your contest, so i wanted to read some of your stuff, this titile caught my eye.. how funny though, well i geuss you'll soon find out, after you read my contest entry you'll understand. anywho, this was a pleasure to read i enjoyed it tremendously, and i will be inspecting the other articles you have written.. deffinately an A+ in my book!!!!!!!!!!! msbhaver.aka.katy -
wow, i really liked this, i don't know why but i just did. good job.
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you are a very good writer. your poems are very....i canyt htink of the word at the moment! lol. anywayz, thanx for entering!
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xoxoxoxo
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This is very well written. I like the ring of truth, how you explained and executed it all with amazing accuracy. Keep up the good work!
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awesome! telling the whole truth snd nothing but the truth... very nicely put! every generation is different... very different... but life goes on, and it's what we make it! as some famous person once said, 'a baby is god's opinion that the world should go on,' and so it will whether we like it or not, whatever troubles or jealousies, envious generations, or stubborn people come along, life will go on. great write!
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