Sunday, February 5, 2012

The land of forgotten dreams


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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