It’s Highly Inappropriate

To catch a flight instead of a cold
To play a game instead of going home
To write a love poem when someone dies
To wish for rescue when things are fine
To tell a child she can not achieve
To love a child who is not in need–
Unless, of course, she needs you.

Wait, slow down, the child needs you–
And, by the way, when was loving
anyone inappropriate? Who made those
rules? Who, did you say?
I thought so; he wouldn’t have it any other way–

I love so many kids these days,
I think I’ve found a better way
To bide my time, no, flee the space.
I think I’ll ask for a little grace
To help them all along their way
and keep me caring a tad bit more

Open the door
And you will surely find me.


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