poems to this site.
Why do their submissions have no sunshine but are
as black as night.
Are their minds, so troubled causing doom and gloom
to be the subject of the day.
Where has all of the happiness gone; for their words
contain no joyful lay.
Are we the older generation to blame for that state
they find themselves in.
Have we failed to teach them the joys we knew in our
day lived without sin.
For to have no words of joy can be referred to as a minor
sin; this I know.
These times we live in are troubled, but should be no cause
for poems of trouble and woe.
My dearest young poets; cease from now on writing of that
seemingly troubles your minds.
Write of that which you remember, those joyous thoughts,
of cherished happier times.
May this old gent send his love to you all, and may your young lives be all you wish them to be.
Robert
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