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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required When I was a kid, I know, long ago, We scrumped apples from neighbours orchards, Climbed trees, scared bees, skinned our knees, And once, quite daft, built a raft on the river exe, Which upended before I knew about vanishing stability, Or indeed, even my own ability, to do important stuff, like swim, And my parents felt in charge, unaware of that near insanity, Life was adventurous, often dangerous, pleasant calamity. After all, boys will be boys! Now today, I hear folk rein their children in, Its considered a sin to even think of doing wrong, Like pre-pubescent fun fair balloons, Modern minor loons are floated on virtual strings, That report everything, each step, each minor misdirect, Social media monitored, mobile device ahead of vices, No chances to learn how to exist around even minor risk, As parenthood clashes charged glasses, after classes, Why boys cannot be boys. We learnt to stand firm in a boxing ring, ears ringing, Whilst on the rugby field we were stamped into shape, Little gingerbread dough boys, crusted up into teenage loaves, That may not have been to everyones politically correct taste, But no matter the blame, we learned to stand, just the same, And despite accusations today we were neglected, I grew up in a World where our parents were respected, For we leant quickly the need to hear them often say, But officer, boys will be boys. @Andrew Carnegie, Wiltshire, January 2017. If you would like to know a bit about me and my poetry please click this link below: https://youtu.be/Ic_V7aX4xbk
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