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.

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