The wisdoms of children, how the adults can’t, EVER get it back, everything that’s been lost, long, long, long, ago, translated…
It is not Gender-Specified Yet
Gender Bares, No Meaning to It
Can’t Pretend to be Shy
Or to be Brave Either Yet
Can’t Curse Out in the Dreams
Like My Husband Who’s Working Hard During the Daytime
Not Yet Driven by the Weird Temptations
Like that Woman Who Drove Drunk
Playful When, Playful
no longer are we, as, carefree, as this…
Not Wanting to be Awake, Then, You’d, Sleep
Unknowing of Grandpa’s Blood Pressures Rising Up
Nor How Grandma’s Experiencing Arthritic Pains
No Plans, Only Actions
Along that Straight Line, No Twists Nor Turns
Exposed Completely, in the Dangers of the Daytime
Making Those Living in the Nights, Jealous
And so, this, is how brave we were all once, as young children, but as we grow older, there are, more and more things that we’d, learned to fear, and that prevented us, from living our lives, in their, fullest, extents, if we can only keep our minds young like children, then, the world would be, a much better place to live in…