Grammatical complexity the young must have,
To coexist with their imortality.
The young nimble mind, the mind that swells as
Would a wave that crashes upon your rocky shore.
Teach them no profanity, teach them well, give unto them
Your religious book to learn from and dwell not on belief's.
A dictionary and encouragement, discipline and self control,
And do not show them death for death's sake to make them hard.
Born from darkness the conciouness a bright light in the womb,
May have arrived just recently, due to deathknows before.
Around the Aged thus bring them early-life for life to know as the
Aged in passing know to whence they go.
Grammatical complexity of the seven, three and one, decernment
Grows, starve them not of knowledge, knowledge of and is.
Your own personal sacrifice,
To feed them what they need, not what they want and one in ten,
Then will grow greater than you have or've been or we're.
Copyright © James McLain | Year Posted 2018
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very thoughtful poem. A timely piece for the young.