Your Child

This is one of my published poems.

Who can right the terrible wrong?
Of a child brought up, with anything but love.
Ease the suffering, pain, and sadness
Of a child brought up, with any of the above.

A child being born is a joy, to behold.
A child being born is a boy, to be held.
Given constant care and a toy, to be told
What is right and how to behave, good as gold.

When he starts to shave
He should know how to behave.
Right from wrong,
He might never catch on.

Your time has been well spent,
If he goes to the grave at a ripe old age
Still behaving like a gent.
Though you've been wasting your time
If he dies in a cage
Locked up for a terrible crime.