Awaiting In Life...
Awaiting In Life...
By Tony DeLorger © 2014
What beauty rests in the hands of a child,
a pristine future, untethered by mistakes,
like a rose bud awaiting the gentle embrace of sunlight,
and even with unsteady and indecisive steps,
a whole world ready to pick up that fallen child,
and kiss away the pain of an earthly bruise.
Naivety a soul blessing, a new and unblemished beginning,
wrapped in a veil of protection, with no expectations,
and no demands of complex thought or penance,
for non compliance in the world of men,
all those constructs and morals pushed and molded into truth.
How innocent that child, for not knowing what awaits,
for not realising how much a mind is suppressed into convention,
when all that child wants is to be loved, held and kept safe,
from the reality of a harsh and onerous existence,
always trimming the fat, dispensing with weakness,
and forging the devout and opportunistic narcissist within.
If that sweet, loving child only knew what life already planned,
a life filled with broken hearts, rejection and the malice of jealousy and spite,
burdens of financial and mental torture, worries of safety and control,
while all that child wants is to find love, be loved and feel safe,
what more does it need to find happiness in the broken halls of aspiration,
the paradigms of illusions and the promises of faith.
In that small open hand lies a treasure, a path not trodden,
and in that child's mind, a life that can't come quick enough,
a heart that can weather life's woes and aspire to become anything at all,
and in their moments of fear and confusion, the child never doubts,
because loving arms are near, a touch, a whisper and all is well,
and until reality walks from the shadows, the child smiles in blissful ignorance.
Children are our greatest asset, they are the future of our kind. Treat them with the love and care they deserve, so that one day, they can make this world a better place.
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