Tiny Tina

Tiny Tina

A child went out today,
Out of doors, out to play.
She tried to laugh, tried to run,
Tried to sing, but she could not.
Tina’s mind is gone some would say
And her body won’t respond in any way.
And who cares?
Who cares for these children of doom?
They seem slow, backward, retarded.
Words that hurt, words that sting.
Well, look again, closer this time.
Why they are just like you and just like me.
Give them a chance and you may find
A lot of joy and peace of mind.
They are yours and they are mine.
So give some care. Share some time.
Why they ARE me, they ARE you.
Look and see what love can do.