Growing Up
I sigh at our generation,
They lose sight at their whole person,
They look to stars and useless charts,
The child inside slowly departs.
I mourn at stilted views of priests,
They’re horror of change does not cease,
They’re imagined world slowly parts,
The child inside slowly departs.
I cry for the loss of parents,
They lose their childhood innocence,
They seem to harbor broken hearts,
The child inside slowly departs.
I scream at news and media,
They boost adverse phenomena,
The good of things sells to no hearts,
The child inside slowly departs.
I plead to new educators,
To please be patient with scholars,
As their lives get ready to start,
The child inside slowly departs.