As I See It by Christine Stromberg - HTML preview

A Hard Life

They lacked understanding,

probably never stopped to think;

whatever the reasons

it made life hard.

Children need something,

some kind of reaching out,

or life is a lonely place,

home, a prison yard.

I don't think they ever knew;

assumed this is how was how it was,

never had enough love

to share it around.

Stunted emotions

passed through the generations.

Is there's an answer?

Not one I've found.