Friday 6 July 2012

Growing Up: A poem

Little lady at the bar
Pirouette towards your star
Deftly execute that twirl
You pretty child, you growing girl
Pick up dolly, comb her hair
Return to ballet steps en lair
This carefree dance it cannot last
One more turn and childhoods past

And innocence that scrap of God
Dims slowly from the bright eyes

Little Johnny six today
Shouts and bangs in cowboy play
TV fights and classroom strife
Undivided, all one life
Where dead men fall to rise again
Jesting and giggling through the rain
Why must he grow and learn through hate
To beat his school; chum to the gate


And innocence that scrap of God
Dims slowly from the bright eyes

Little children's hearts can sing
Possessed of sacred blessing
This dream time of purity
Must wake to reality
Slumber dwells till first young love
The moonlight walks, the gentle dove
Until the beast stalks in to prey
Seducing virgin love away

And innocence that scrap of God
Dims slowly from the bright eyes 



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