Children are so pure, so tabula rosa,
So where does it all go wrong?
Is it in the prima donnas paraded on tv?
Or is it the carte blanche attitude that we all can see?
But what exactly is the modus operandi on helping your magnus opus stay so pure?
After all we all feel we are helping in a bona fide way.
Well, c’est la vie, I just don’t know anymore,
Tempus fugit and then they are grown up.
Leaving their alma mater and out on their own,
En route to adulthood.
Carpe diem, that’s all you can advise,
Getting déjà vu of your own history inside.
The uncertainty of what’s next to come,
It isn’t bon voyage, even though you feel unneeded, like your work here is done.
– THE END –
By Liz Daniels