Abandonment

This style of regular rhyme and rhythm does not seem to appear much on this site, but it is a structure with which I feel quite comfortable. One of my preferred disciplines is the classical sonnet form.

Abandonment
I saw a couple in the street
With stooping form and tired feet,
And they had thin and greying hair;
Two toddlers tho' were in their care.
And from a generation past
Their mold was of a selfless cast.
I saw a mother sitting down
With friends at coffee in the town.
Her children though not with her there
For they were in some others' care.
And she was of a modern cast,
Where self comes first, and others last.