with the big hand on the Apocalypse
and the little hand on me
as lovers dance away the heartbreak
and others choose a lottery
no sense yet in teaching
children time
let them play in their
innocence and rhyme
to make the most of childhood
to taste the days unencumbered
to waylay the test of life
as every day is numbered
do not let them endure yet
the famine of the spirit
nor worship at the temples
of greed or kneel in poverty
let them smile with dimples
let them enjoy their levity
for soon enough they’ll watch the clock
and scurry off to the grind
allow them the playground of imagination
not video-game their minds
there is discovery in their play
and wonder in their inventiveness
there are not just little adults
please, do not circumvent this?
TeriLee, 5 months ago
I couldn’t agree more…kids grow up so fast…..nobody seems to think about how important that time to just discover the world is…fantastic!
mychaelalchemy in reply to TeriLee’s comment, 5 months ago
I grew up, perhaps, in the final era of child’s play in this country..perhaps the fondest time in my memory..where we, as neighborhood kids played kick the can and hide and go seek and built crazy go-carts from scraps we found, and we lived entirely in our imaginations. We were given household chores and such, but our time to be kids remained ours, we climbed trees, formed impromptu ballgames..the list of things to occupy ourselves goes on…nowadays, the kids may be smarter than we ever were but someone else’s imagination takes the place of their own. We played soldiers and cowboys and indians and had toy guns and imitated the old movies, but we also understood it was play and never considered wanting to actually shoot or kill anyone either.