My poems hang out on the corner.
They go for rides with strangers.
Like any parent I worry.
When they come home for the night,
some tell me where the've been.
Others don't say a word.
There's nothing I can do.
If I gave them enough love and care
they'll be ok out there.
Max Reif
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/27-my-poems-hang-out-on-the-corner/
