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Array ( [sid] => 34875 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => A Death Most Unnecessary [time] => 2004-02-13 16:30:29 [hometext] => Don't ever be guilty of this [bodytext] => I looked across the street and saw him sitting on the step.
He was muddy, matted, quite dejected, looking lacking pep.
I crossed the street and asked the lad why he did look so low,
The story that he told me made me wonder if t'were so.

His father left him years ago, took of with Sadie May,
His mother left town Saturday, without a word to say.
His uncle told him he would come and take him to his home,
The lad had sat there three days straight, from there afraid to roam.

The next day I returned to see how well the lad had fared,
I asked the folks around the house, how far the boy had dared,
They said that he had died right there upon the steps I saw,
That he had died of hunger with his knuckles bloody raw.

Seems his uncle never came for him which pinned him to the spot,
He didn't want to wander, thought his uncle cared a lot,
Whatever thought the little lad, he starved to death for sure,
While folks not very far from there were spooning soup de jour.

To little folks, a promise made is like a guarantee,
If perform you not for little folks, an ogre's what you be,
Sophistication teaches us that lying is O.K.,
Until kids grow to reach that point, please do whate'er you say. [comments] => 6 [counter] => 308 [topic] => 8 [informant] => norm [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => AmericanTragedy )

A Death Most Unnecessary

Contributed by norm on Friday, 13th February 2004 @ 04:30:29 PM in AEST
Topic: AmericanTragedy

I looked across the street and saw him sitting on the step.
He was muddy, matted, quite dejected, looking lacking pep.
I crossed the street and asked the lad why he did look so low,
The story that he told me made me wonder if t'were so.

His father left him years ago, took of with Sadie May,
His mother left town Saturday, without a word to say.
His uncle told him he would come and take him to his home,
The lad had sat there three days straight, from there afraid to roam.

The next day I returned to see how well the lad had fared,
I asked the folks around the house, how far the boy had dared,
They said that he had died right there upon the steps I saw,
That he had died of hunger with his knuckles bloody raw.

Seems his uncle never came for him which pinned him to the spot,
He didn't want to wander, thought his uncle cared a lot,
Whatever thought the little lad, he starved to death for sure,
While folks not very far from there were spooning soup de jour.

To little folks, a promise made is like a guarantee,
If perform you not for little folks, an ogre's what you be,
Sophistication teaches us that lying is O.K.,
Until kids grow to reach that point, please do whate'er you say.

Copyright © norm ... [ 2004-02-13 16:30:29]
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Re: A Death Most Unnecessary (User Rating: 1 )
by ladyfawn on Friday, 13th February 2004 @ 04:44:03 PM AEST
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oh norm, this is so special, i wish everyone in the world would read this poem, bless you and your loving heart, hugs n' love nessa x

Re: A Death Most Unnecessary (User Rating: 1 )
by Jenni_Kalicharan on Friday, 13th February 2004 @ 05:05:00 PM AEST
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OMG Norm, this is quite a tear jerker!!!!!
Well written
Jenni

Re: A Death Most Unnecessary (User Rating: 1 )
by Ilhar on Friday, 13th February 2004 @ 05:41:23 PM AEST
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your words wrench at the heart
making tears my eyes depart
too bad people to practice what they preach
for our young what we do does teach

Shari

Re: A Death Most Unnecessary (User Rating: 1 )
by Yodo on Friday, 13th February 2004 @ 07:17:22 PM AEST
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There's a lot of truth to that. Lying to a little kid is one of the worst things you can do to them. I doubt it would go as far as the poem described, but still. It's true nevertheless.

Re: A Death Most Unnecessary (User Rating: 1 )
by lovingcritters on Friday, 13th February 2004 @ 08:08:45 PM AEST
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Dear Norm,
Your poem was well written, and really hit home.
We adults teach our children to be as good are their word,
And yet what kind of an example do adults set?
As a parent you have to show them, or you from them will not get!
Poor lad............it's tragic!
consue

Re: A Death Most Unnecessary (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Sunday, 15th February 2004 @ 09:36:54 PM AEST
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If children don't learn to trust from seeing their family keeping their word, how will they ever trust anyone or anything in life. It stunts their development in life and love. It is sad that children are left all the time to fend for themselves, with everyone around thinking, oh someone will take care of them. Sometimes there is no one to do it. It is a proven medical fact that children can and do die from lack of love and human touch. This was beautifully written. Rita

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