June 6, 2012
Daddy loves to read. Whenever he comes across something special, he reads it to us. After he read it, I asked him who anonymous was. Daddy said "Anonymous isn't a name it's a word to inform you that the person who wrote it or created it, wants no credit for it.. We liked it a lot. We hope you like it too.
I'm Just Too Busy
Dear Mom & Dad,
I see my friends all the time, Whenever schools in.
They say they're outside at night, after its time to come in.
They tell stories of adventure, joy, and disobedience.
They tell of love, lust and the boys they're sleeping with.
They tell great tales, that would seem to last forever.
They sound so cool, like a rebel. To them, everything is "whatever".
I want to be apart of those memories...those monumental moments
I want to be free like them, do everything that I shouldn't.
I feel so left out to hear all the things that they've done, and I didn't.
I know its wrong, but I want to, even for an instance.
I hear my friends living life, and whatever there heart desires.
I hear my friends in school, talking about bonfires,
getting drunk, getting high, and the boyfriends they admire.
They're just too busy for work, chores, or an education life requires..
They're just too busy having fun, till the day that they retire.
I'm just too busy too, from the words that you inspire.
You taught to me the value of time, from when I was a baby.
Instilled is the tasks, that keeps my mind occupied and busy.
I have responsibilities now, I am proud of my family.
So when asked to hang late at night. I'm just too busy.
I'm just too busy.
How can they make it out, to look so easy?
I have school and homework 5 days a week.
Help with dinner when I'm not at dance,3 times a week.
I help around the house, any chance I get.
Infused with me is the pride of "keeping kept where you rest."
When my family applauds me, with a standing ovation,
At recitals and graduation. Its just the best sensation.
I hope my friends are experiencing it, too.
I haven't seen them in awhile, they must of dropped out of school.
School is finally done! I start my new career, my "job"!
Like you always say "responsibility makes you, who you are."
I felt it when I went to the dealer, to buy my first car.
When I moved into my first place, the best feeling by far.
My own money, mind, rules, and demands.
My desires, my needs are met on my demand.
My stories, my adventures, my new boyfriend.
My monumental memories with all my new friends.
All these things I have because you taught me to value.
You taught me from the start. You taught me the value,
Of hard work and persistence, commitment and patience.
Compassion, perseverance, confidence and deliverance.
The important difference, between coexistence and dependence.
Where are my friends now...
I heard one, is an at home mom of two handsome little boys.
She's on welfare and collects child support, for one of the boys.
Spends it on her nails, hair, cloths, and doesn't let him see his father.
I asked her to come out. She said "I need a sitter" I said "don't bother".
My other friend, became a dope head. almost on her death bed.
She didn't mean to get hooked, at least that's what she said.
It started from percs and oxy that she got from her boyfriend.
He said "we'll be together forever", then slept with her friend
She can't help chasing the drug or a clinic to feel normal, daily.
I would ask her to hang, but now, she's not my kind of company.
My third friend on the list.....
Sad to say, no longer exist.
She was the one who had sex and didn't care who it was with.
She contracted HIV and still had sex, unprotected.
Now she's dead, leaving behind three innocent children.
The last of my friends, from my teenage era,
Compared to the others, is actually doing better.
She has her own apartment, works at a job flipping burgers.
She has problems with alcohol, that started when she was younger.
She has been one year clean, come this October.
I can't ask her to come out, now that she's sober.
I remembered when I wanted to be, just like them.
I bet the best memories of they're life, were all back then.
I remembered they're stories, how exciting, how fun.
To know my best memories have only just begun.
when I'm asked how I did it, how did I succeed.
I tell them my parents kept me busy, busy as can be.
Thank you Mom and Dad.
I wish every child was as lucky as I am, to have someone who cares enough about their future, to stand up and do something about it.
-Anonymous
Daddy loves to read. Whenever he comes across something special, he reads it to us. After he read it, I asked him who anonymous was. Daddy said "Anonymous isn't a name it's a word to inform you that the person who wrote it or created it, wants no credit for it.. We liked it a lot. We hope you like it too.
I'm Just Too Busy
Dear Mom & Dad,
I see my friends all the time, Whenever schools in.
They say they're outside at night, after its time to come in.
They tell stories of adventure, joy, and disobedience.
They tell of love, lust and the boys they're sleeping with.
They tell great tales, that would seem to last forever.
They sound so cool, like a rebel. To them, everything is "whatever".
I want to be apart of those memories...those monumental moments
I want to be free like them, do everything that I shouldn't.
I feel so left out to hear all the things that they've done, and I didn't.
I know its wrong, but I want to, even for an instance.
I hear my friends living life, and whatever there heart desires.
I hear my friends in school, talking about bonfires,
getting drunk, getting high, and the boyfriends they admire.
They're just too busy for work, chores, or an education life requires..
They're just too busy having fun, till the day that they retire.
I'm just too busy too, from the words that you inspire.
You taught to me the value of time, from when I was a baby.
Instilled is the tasks, that keeps my mind occupied and busy.
I have responsibilities now, I am proud of my family.
So when asked to hang late at night. I'm just too busy.
I'm just too busy.
How can they make it out, to look so easy?
I have school and homework 5 days a week.
Help with dinner when I'm not at dance,3 times a week.
I help around the house, any chance I get.
Infused with me is the pride of "keeping kept where you rest."
When my family applauds me, with a standing ovation,
At recitals and graduation. Its just the best sensation.
I hope my friends are experiencing it, too.
I haven't seen them in awhile, they must of dropped out of school.
School is finally done! I start my new career, my "job"!
Like you always say "responsibility makes you, who you are."
I felt it when I went to the dealer, to buy my first car.
When I moved into my first place, the best feeling by far.
My own money, mind, rules, and demands.
My desires, my needs are met on my demand.
My stories, my adventures, my new boyfriend.
My monumental memories with all my new friends.
All these things I have because you taught me to value.
You taught me from the start. You taught me the value,
Of hard work and persistence, commitment and patience.
Compassion, perseverance, confidence and deliverance.
The important difference, between coexistence and dependence.
Where are my friends now...
I heard one, is an at home mom of two handsome little boys.
She's on welfare and collects child support, for one of the boys.
Spends it on her nails, hair, cloths, and doesn't let him see his father.
I asked her to come out. She said "I need a sitter" I said "don't bother".
My other friend, became a dope head. almost on her death bed.
She didn't mean to get hooked, at least that's what she said.
It started from percs and oxy that she got from her boyfriend.
He said "we'll be together forever", then slept with her friend
She can't help chasing the drug or a clinic to feel normal, daily.
I would ask her to hang, but now, she's not my kind of company.
My third friend on the list.....
Sad to say, no longer exist.
She was the one who had sex and didn't care who it was with.
She contracted HIV and still had sex, unprotected.
Now she's dead, leaving behind three innocent children.
The last of my friends, from my teenage era,
Compared to the others, is actually doing better.
She has her own apartment, works at a job flipping burgers.
She has problems with alcohol, that started when she was younger.
She has been one year clean, come this October.
I can't ask her to come out, now that she's sober.
I remembered when I wanted to be, just like them.
I bet the best memories of they're life, were all back then.
I remembered they're stories, how exciting, how fun.
To know my best memories have only just begun.
when I'm asked how I did it, how did I succeed.
I tell them my parents kept me busy, busy as can be.
Thank you Mom and Dad.
I wish every child was as lucky as I am, to have someone who cares enough about their future, to stand up and do something about it.
-Anonymous
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