CHILDREN'S AID WORKER poem

Children’s Aid Worker

bart’s thirteen
left home the other day
for good, just
couldn’t take it anymore
heard it all from mom and dad
the fighting and boozing
and about how expensive it is
to raise kids

put out his thumb early tuesday night
and his first ride took him forty
miles from what used to be home

now the cops are out looking,
and his parents are worried
and the children’s aid worker
is phoning around asking
if you see this kid, tall for his age
and kind of lonely, call

© Richard L. Provencher
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