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Golden Rules

A baby is born; it cries the umbilical cord is cut The baby learns to crawl, eat, walk, and many other things on their own, looking back they seem so simple to learn for us as human beings, after all everyone does it A baby isn’t a baby anymore but a child You teach them to ride a bike, throw a ball, and they scrape a few knees in the process Adolescence hits and they go from wanting to be taught to wanting to learn on their own Every moral they were taught is wrong, every lesson you tried to show them they think is Wrong This adolescent is now a grown up, they want to do things on their own but want a guiding hand from time to time like their childhood This grown up is now a full blown adult, they have children and the cycle starts again, with those parents in what were once your shoes Their children grow up and they see everything that they put you through in their adolescence and start to realize all of those lessons they once though were silly are now Golden Rules All the while you grow older and realize you made mistakes, but for all of the wrong choices there were good ones You age and start a reverse process that your child once took Simple things that once were easy for you are now a difficult task The bathroom is so close but so far away, walking from one end of the house is like a child walking for the first time, wobbly and a near spill from time to time. All the while people are looking on seeing the regression and learning another lesson In your aging a lesson is being taught once again, a great lesson so simple but hard to realize in our dumb youth It isn’t what you are when you leave this world, it’s the memories and lessons you leave behind for generations. The legacy you leave with your loved ones.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010




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Date: 6/29/2010 1:38:00 PM
I like the sequencing of this prose styled poem. It flow very well and sends a message regarding life and its transitional state of being. Welcome to Poetry Soup and keep writing. Blessings, Joseph
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