Curiosity

Curiosity


Playing a game together
That neither one can win
A game can be found
In every moment,
Of everyday!
Loving passion for their time
Spent living.
A child plays his young life away!
Every minute bringing adventure!
Curiosity and joy
Is the child!

Adults hardened
By problems brought upon them by
Incompetence and our miniature world.
Work is all they feel good for.
But they persevere,
And smile,
Knowing that one day
All will be better.
For the adult to see this.
See the child’s joy,
Feel the warmth,
Knowing that he can still love living,
Knowing that he works
So this child sees glee.
Once this glee had been his own.
Once he had had a passion.
Now the children play away,
And the adult loves them.
Indulged to the adult that work was,
That work for which births
The child’s glee.
Glee made from pain and work.
For the child is loved…

Secretly adults harbor their pain…
Perceiving that the child will
Not always have that glee…
Teens live here…
Dreams, love, pain, sorrow,
Mixed with stress,
The knowledge of wrongs,
And a urging for being…
The child,
Fights…
The Adult,
Destroys…
And things don’t always
Turn out the way
They should…
Personality is formed…
We begin to see that not everything,
Is roses and violets…
Love is yet to be…
And we are lost…
They feel we should be…
Excitement battles for its place with glee…
And pain always intrudes…
All that is can not be…
Lost in pain, passion, stress, work, knowledge, wisdom, sorrow
Is hope…
The first light doesn’t always
Hold dawn…