A Child

A Poem By Robin // 6/15/2008

Being a child is a fabulous way
To honestly say exactly what you want to say
It is a natural process to express
Unless it is annihilated using duress
Children are freest among all humans
Only to be squelched and socially ruined
By grown ups with issues they may or may not see
Trying to superimpose on youngins how to be
Like them, all serious and wearing a mask
Lying to themselves and to proud to ask
For help to release all the pain they incurred
By growing up and thinking childhood is absurd

I have become childlike again and this is how I know
No longer do I seek to strive just for show
I am more content in this innocent state
I have developed wisdom and surrender to fate
I pursue those things which bring me pleasure
No longer condeming my Self with standards of measure
Freedom is mine, now I can claim
My proudest accomplishment will be to achieve a childlike fame.

Comments

:)

Welcome to Apricotpie!

I like your poem alot. Job well done!

Clare Marie | Tue, 06/17/2008

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"I don't know half of you half as well as I should like; and I like less than half of you half as well as you deserve." -Bilbo Baggins [The Lord of the Rings]

Thank you very much. :0)

Thank you very much. :0)

Robin | Wed, 06/18/2008

Robin

Nice Poem!

Very nice poem! I enjoyed it!

Also, though, we ARE supposed to be like children - "for anyone who is not like this child will not enter the kingdom of heaven." (not word-for-word, but something like that).

Kyleigh | Wed, 06/18/2008

Thanks

Yes we are indeed to be childlike for it is with this type of wisdom that we are able to BE in the kingdom and continue to enjoy its paradise.

Robin | Thu, 06/19/2008

Robin

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