Once A Child

 

Once a bully, he chastises at will

Though eagerly wanting more

There is no limit and no fill

Completed, he’s out of the door

 

She’s a fairy, a real dreamer

Looking for life so pretty

She will be crushed but cannot change

Finished, her life’s but a pity

 

Reclused, withdrawn, within himself

So young to be faced with derision

Held in place from within and without

Arrayed, it wasn’t his decision

 

And so the children are formed by day

Their minds and opinions steadied

Too young to understand their roles

Too early in life, not so readied

 

The mind of a child, so open and free

Many times closed by other’s opinions

Stunted and turned within

Not by conscious decisions

 

Like the child, to enter Heaven

The mind must be free to explore

Open to all that can be seen

Without a confronting door

 

Barbara Blackcinder

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About Barbara Blackcinder

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