The children,
Lips smeared with
Chocolate ice-cream
All around the chin
And under the nose
As they walk carefree
With all the time
In the world
For Daddy is working
And Mommy is working.
The burden of it all
Is on their shoulders,
And now they are clowns,
Street clowns,
Stretching out the
Morning sun
In a timeless time,
The time of 8 year olds.