No Badge

There is no badge for caring,
No prize for making time;
There’s no gold rings adorn the hands
That help us with the climb

There is no medal given
To him who love’s work braves:
For good deeds die a natural death,
And sleep in unmarked

Graves

Realtopia

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Children sleeping in Mulberry Street (1890). Courtesy of Wikipedia.

In every land and time we know:

That there’ll be rich and poor,

That freedom and security
Will always be at war,

That people will be good and bad,

That they’ll be false and true,

That kids will break their parents’ hearts,

And have theirs broken, too