Youngest Poem by Sandra LampeMartin

He’s in trouble more than most
Of confusion he’s a constant host
Though he means well to all
He seems to need to trip and fall
For each time that good nears
He rushes to fight it with his fears
He thinks that his life is a waste
But he never considers in his haste
That others hold him of great worth
To them his value is more than the earth
Can a mother make her child see
How valuable his life can possibly be
To all the people in his life
The things he’s doing causes strife
A simple choice to turn away
From the wrong doing everyday
Slowly will bring him peace and joy
And give his mother her precious boy.
The day will come when he knows
That all who do not try must lose
The pleasure of his families aid
When all the wrong finally begins to fade
And he stands alone on an empty space
With nothing but loneliness staring him
In the face.
Rush then to choose the right
Don’t let your terrible plight
Rule your life and take you from us
But stand strong and turn away from the fuss
That is taking you away from all of us.