Stealing

THIS IS A FICTIONAL POEM.

I know that stealing is wrong but I don't regret what I did.

I only stole food and I only did it to be able to feed my kids.

After my wife died, I had a breakdown and my job was something I lost.

I would've gladly paid for the food but I couldn't afford what it cost.

I turned to other people for help but they refused to lend a helping hand.

People don't help others like they used to, it was too much for me to stand.

My kids went to a foster home when I went to jail.

Now I'm fighting to get them back and I won't fail.

I have a new job and I'll get them back but I don't know when.

But mark my words, my children and I will be a family again.

Reviews

[catwoman]

really touching poem..i really like it :)