Lonely Young Man

 

 

Lonely Young Man.

This Poem I wrote around 15 yrs ago, When our young Children in Society  were just starting to experiment with solvents  for drugs.. I wrote it after seeing a headline in the paper of how a young lad had died after sniffing lighter fuel. Today they have exchanged solvents for hard core drugs.

Today many of the youth  still seem to have no direction. Street crime is on the increase, and this week another young man has lost his life as knife crime in teenagers is rampant.. It seems to be the in thing to carry knives, be in a gang, or take drugs. Steal cars, and Joyride.

I don’t know what the answers are…. But there must be many children out there who are homeless, confused, abused and lonely, as well as all the hardened young criminals who steel and rob people to supply their addictions a spiral easily led into, yet so hard to escape from …..

We as a society have to take responsibility too.. For we create the conditions that in many ways enhances the actions of violence.. via glamorising violence in films and TV.. fast cars and advertising.

We as parents   are guilty, for we give and give to our children, and they expect more and more. We are guilty too for not paying attention perhaps to our children, whose only need in life is to be loved. 

As a government we are guilty, for the do- gooder’s  sometimes can’t see the wood for the trees. I know from my own upbringing, how if any of us were caught scrumping the village Bobby would catch us telling us off and if anyone was cheeky would get a quick reprimand.. Then taking us back to our parents, who would dish out another quick slap around our ears.

Laws change, and are put into place with the best intentions to protect our children, 

 But all of the laws that are put in place, will still not stop child abuse of one form or another.. It still goes on behind closed doors.. 

Our Children are our tomorrow, what sort of a Future are we witnessing?… And what sort of a Future are we creating for them?

HEAD BENT IN JEANS.

 

 

Drizzling, grey, damp and cold

A bench in the park sits a child alone.

Head bent in jeans, sad and dejected

Defiant, hurt, lost and rejected.

 

Feet with umbrellas hurrying home

No time to notice who sits alone.

Head bent in jeans, with aerosol can

Tearstained, glazed, lonely young man.

 

Tired and alone, empty and confused

Away from reality, no longer abused.

Head bent in jeans, deep breaths getting high.

Hysterical fighter pilot, now rules the sky.

 

Drizzle stops, the sun breaks out.

Umbrellas down, a woman’s voice shouts.

Head bent in jeans, crowds gather, sirens blare.

All just too late to show that they care.

 

We blame T.V. for the crime and violence

Adult’s creation for the viewing adolescence

Head bent in jeans just followed the flow.

With no sense of purpose or direction to go.

 

Our values in life have all gone astray

We need to guide and protect, our children today.

Head bent in jeans, life’s harshness was dealt.

We need the balance of discipline and love to help.

 

For who can they turn to, when in need?

Its not money or gifts, but affection they greave.

Head bent in jeans just craved for attention.

He needed our love, our trust, and our protection.

 

We’ve got to realise, it’s our responsibility

To set the examples to give them dignity.

Head bent in jeans, never had that chance.

So communicate, don’t hide in ignorance.

 

For the children of today, are the adults of tomorrow.

To love and protect, to keep them from sorrow.

Head bent in jeans was just one of a few,

Pray to God it never happens to you.

Dreamwalker .