When
tragedy strikes
The
family will cry
The
tears will flow
The
lost lives are gone
The
monitoring is slack
The
children will go
Playing
around sometimes try
A
new place or dare to jump
When
there is no adult supervision
The
children will misbehave
It
is a natural way for children
They
feel they are free
It
needs one misstep
A
life can be gone indeed
By
then it is all too late
The
crying in the head
In
time the tragedy in memories
In
birthdays the remembrance
Wondering
how life will be
The
present has to move on
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