Children :: hotlips3148 :: Original Poetry

Children

Tomorrow is just another day

Of watching all the children play

Riding bikes, singing songs

And whatever else might come along

Scraped up knees

Bumped up noses

Chasing butterflies

Picking roses

But when nighttime comes

They all calm down

Every last child in the town

They settle down, get ready for bed

Pick out a story that they want read

Say there prayers

Go to sleep

Now through he house

We must creep.