The Unborn Comments

I've scratched the surface of our inheritence, And in fifty years of managing the place, We've left problems til too late; Some we've worked on, Some escaped. We've pointed fingers far too long, The work we started's never done, You too will have to pass it on To the unborn of the human race..........nice expression wirh nice theme. Beautiful poem. Thanks.

Excellent poem, Francie! But let's not leave all that work for the unborn! We can help them a little!