The deadly games they play today,
Which just might whisk the world away,
Exchanging night time for the day,
Sleeping but to rise and play.
Children grow, yet children stay,
All is sunshine, all's a game,
Each calls the other evil names,
All things change and life's the same.
Soon might fall a hot dry rain,
As night comes forth to eat the day,
The children all will go away...
There will be no more games to play.
Donovan Baldwin