Lost Children Of The Street

Written by Line Monique Gauthier |
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Looking no older than thirteen

Sitting on the street corner

On cold wet concrete

Cup in hand for coins

Lit cigarette in the other

Eyes vacant and parched from old tears

Skin weathered way before its time

What or who went wrong

Was no one there to protect you

What of your childhood curiosity and joy

When was the last time you were free to

Laugh wholeheartedly or dance exuberantly

What injustice or bully stole your youth

Abused and violated your innocence

All too many futile useless questions


Hats off to the earthly angels who roam the streets

Seeking out youths who are ready to

Accept help to turn their lives around

and find purpose given a second chance


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Form of Poetry

Free verse

Author: Line Monique Gauthier
I started writing poetry as a teenager and the passion for it flourished since retiring. I also dabble in photography, watercolour and acrylics. I created what I call Flash Memory Therapy. I am an active member of Haiku Canada and PoetrySoup.com. My poetry is down-to-earth and meant to be understood as opposed to impress with hifalutin words.
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