The Child

A child lights our way in life... The greatest gift there is to be. They suppress our selfish inclinations... They set our passions free. They give sense to our mortality. They put narcissism in its place. With a child... you're a family To mark your time and space. There's nothing more unsettling Than those who die alone. it's the instinct of every child To make a house a home. They often try our patience. They find danger everywhere. A filter for an anxious world To make better our affairs As your fading star dims evermore And partakes a final breath. It's the Child who keeps the dream alive... Giving memory to our death. The End The Hummingbird There's nothing like a hummingbird... Though diminutive in size. It makes bold of Nature's bounty... It is wondrous to our eyes. How does one so frail and small Confront this world full of dread... While we who have advantage... Barely make it out of bed? The End Misery The ghosts of my transgressions Haunt and task me to this day. They desire to revel in my misery And content to have their way. They pursue me like a puppy... Not ones to make a sound as They bedevil my fractured spirit With a weight that holds me down. The End No Stone Unturned Leave no stone unturned... Make bold of what's to come. Find a road you wish to travel... Here the call of distant drums. Don't fret the destination... The journey be the thing. Open your mind to possibilities... Take in the wonders it will bring. With adventures to task the senses And your curiosity to augment. The path to true enlightenment Lays on this path you now ferment. Tell those you pass along the road To not be idle in their ways... But embrace the odyssey life provides Before Death sends them to the grave. The End Socks Does hosiery have a Heaven? Is there somewhere they can go? Is the afterlife for socks a thing? Does anybody know? I have a chest of many drawers Where my orphan socks abide. Their mates have disappeared... Finding somewhere new to hide. For a time... I blamed myself... Was it something that I said? Was my nature too demanding? Did I task them in their stead? But on further examination... And I know this to be true. It is the hosiery themselves... Who hold a different view. Socks are keen and fleet of foot To flee when chance presents. They demand a solitary existence... They will not share the rent. They vanish not by twos... but one... Which has led me to believe. These socks face inner turmoil Which has nothing to do with me. I'm not privy to their troubles... Why they do not get along. But considering our example... They are right where they belong. They make up a house divided... They would rather be alone. With irreconcilable differences To pervert both house and home. I know nothing of their struggles As I load another wash. Knowing before they reach the Dryer... another sock is lost. The End No Urchins Running Wild My friends... the alarm bell sounds... You will hear no absent cheering. Be aware... there are those who care To flaunt social engineering. The missions clear... the goals are set To brainwash every child. Telling them what to drink and what To think... no urchins running wild. There are rules to control the schools... They follow them to the letter. No chips... no pop... no tater tots... All banned to make them better. They huddle as witches to a cauldron... Casting forth their hellish net. Children will receive no merit... if they don't ' 'Parrot'... the narrative they have set. Kids need their space... a few dark spots To call their very own. To make their mark... to find that spark Before their dreams have flown. Stop your meddling... forget your madness Because I've got a hunch. You will find... our greatest minds Were raised on Cap'n Crunch. The End