December 6, 2007
By Karen Kramarsyck, Brockport, NY

Both a good habit and bad
Depending on its portrayal
It must be handled with care
And yet we are foolish and clumsy

It is our way of life
To make them and sell them
To anyone who'll buy
To any who are trusting

But the mor that are made
The less there are kept
And because of those lost
They've become hard to believe

They fill us with hope
In the darkest of times
They hurt like hell to keep
Even worse when they are broken

For a child they mean everything
To an adult they are worthless
For a youth can trust and believe
A valued skill lost with age

Similar Articles


This article has 0 comments.


MacMillan Books

Aspiring Writer? Take Our Online Course!