Green Arrow Thing
Staring starry-eyed,
at green signpost,
a little child asks,
its doting parents,
“what’s that thing?”
their folks amused,
“What thing is that?”
oval faced child,
rubbed its chin,
in scramble for,
words chirped,
“green arrow thing.”
a beaming smirk,
from said child,
“Oh it helps folks
find their way”
mother and father,
are we lost today,
the child thinking,
then queried,
some of us,
are lost everyday,
both parents mused,
but teaching offspring,
cynicism a blind void,
“someday soon,
we’ll all find a way.”
parents in unison,
the child emits,
relief, a sigh,
the family strolled,
ahead under,
watchful eye,
of signpost!!!
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