Too Early Spring
Too Early Spring
Too early spring
and harvest glow,
looking for hope
never to know,
Too early spring
innocence lost
Came too early winter
dying frost,
Summer gone but a shame
Should it have been
a long great stand,
Yet too early spring
here the child sees
Days of granduer
Triumphs and glories,
unachieved,
covered by winters snow.
brief
Over the last 37 years I have seen children forced to grow up way too soon. World conditions have all but destroyed the family around the world. Consider the tragedies around the world.
- Drunkenness
- Abusive parents
- absent parents
- HIV/Aides in Africa
- Drug abuse
- Abortion
- Starvation
- Disease
- Famines
- WARS
- Floods
- Earthquakes
- Child pornography
- Child slavery
- Child prostitution
- Teen pregnancy
- Children raising children
As I approach my birthday number 52, I reflect back to this poem I wrote at 15 years old. Many writers use the yearly seasons as a description of life, spring the beginning and winter the end. But, for many children, spring comes TOO early.
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Michael,
It truly is sad, but you described it well. Everywhere we look, there are problems. As adults they're hard to cope with. How can we possibly expect children to handle them? Thanks for a thought provoking piece of art!
Very beautiful, your words just flowed:) I woke up out of sleep this morning, thinking about a birthday cake:) This is the third hub, I stumbled upon relating to a birthday in some way:) HAPPY BIRTHDAY!
Hi Michael... an awesome tribute to the children of today. Thank you for sharing as you do. I have a few years on you and yet I recall my youth as a time of simplicity and little to worry about. A time when a toy was as simple as a tin can and a stick. A time when you could lay on the ground and watch the clouds and not worry or have any concerns. I so wish that on the children of today...
Hugs from Canada
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Lifegate, thank you so much for your reply a simpler time wasn't all that long ago
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heart4theword
Thank you I am glad you thought this is beautiful, written out of memory from long ago
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Rolly,
I remember those days too laying in the woods (now a golf course) by a clearing and looking up to the skies watching the high soft white clouds lazily drift by, then getting too hot from the summer sun jumping in the creek. What a simpler life, what a simple life that has been stolen from our young ones these days.
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