Child hood
Out of the mouths of
babes
Comes a wisdom, a
knowing.
Sometimes getting
lost in a rage
of ever changing,
ever growing.
That desire less journey
into age,
where they will
seldom be showing
that wisdom of
innocent childhood
lost in aging of
the soul, lost in wood.
Seldom able, - getting passed - stiff as a board.
Knowing, wisdom,
freedom is lost to ones memory’s hoard
as they become
ingrained, incorporated into daily life.
As those who would
have innocence cut off with a knife,
assimilated into parents,
teachers, peers, lovers and bosses.
Innocence, wisdom,
subconscious knowledge suffers losses.
What was all these
things, in living childhood,
become in adulthood,
unacceptable qualities - not good
and so, sheep now stand were childhood once stood.
B. J. “A ” 2
June
10th 2004
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