Glorified babysitting for children
Who refuse to learn, because
They are tired from morning chores.
It is Collin, who knows pitching hay
Washing dishes, and sweeping floors
Are all that matter to parents
Who let him leave home with
Matted hair, dirty nails and smelling
Of week old Mother Nature.
So broken are their spirits
From repeatedly being pushed down
Like a tractor planting a fall harvest,
That they may never bloom.
Trying to teach these kids
Is like trying to teach a caterpillar
How to fly. They will learn
What time has to offer, if only
They are patient and make it out alive.