MargaretE.

They say children are a new generation,
But how could that be so?
How could they be our salvation,
If we never let them grow?

We fill them with our own ambitions,
A dream from long ago
But by doing this you strip them

The lights are on in the little room
Telling a story of a life unseen
Mouths move in tales untold
Laughter seen but never heard
Except,
When the lights are on in the little room