I
saw a little girl today-
about
3 years old.
She
was bright and sunny,
laughed
and cackled,
And
asked lots of questions;
they
were funny.
I
met a little boy today-
about
10 years old.
He
was broody and moody,
curious
as a policeman
And
studied me a lot;
he
was funny.
She might
grow into
a
doctor or nurse.
He
might grow into
an
engineer or mechanic.
Two
lives young-
and
unstained still.
Eyes
white with innocence,
pupils
black with possibility.
Will
they too join
our
long and listless marching?
Will
they too grow
and
forget how to dream?
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