Children ought to get to be children:
Not have to hurry to get on with the next thing
To eat a few more sweets, on occasion,
While their little digestions may still handle it.
To play and not wash so that when they do,
They’re all the fresher.
With that, to get dirty:
Not be afraid of earth or creatures,
The weather or their own personalities therein
Not that they oughtn’t learn
– but once established –
Be allowed to roam and play and wander.
To wander ’til a pursuit occurs to them,
Rather than to always have deadlines imposed, scheduled,
Always working towards an ever-elusive goal
– and in such a damnable hurry.
(Plenty of time for that, if they so choose.)
To giggle with remarkable endurance – simply because it seems right to.
To taste, touch, smell, hear, look… and have time to wonder over it.
To act in moments as though moments are new
Instead of commodities to be utilized, controlled, contained, tackled, or subdued
In favor of productivity,
“Busy” some sort of warped status symbol
Rather than a poor-scheduling, life-sucking exposure.
But getting to be a child nowadays
Doesn’t seem so automatic.
Though maybe different in some respects,
The current state of mind numbing hyper-scheduling
Not so different from the outlawed ones from yesteryear.
Still in the name of industry
Aren’t all these pursuits for some
Dressed up as
and Getting Ahead?
An entire generation(s)
May just wake up to know nothing of themselves or their gifts
Other than learning for the sake of the (up)grade
Schooling for the sake of the dollar
Sport for the sake of the medal
Fun for the sake of forgetting
When does living for its sake enter in?
Where’s the discovery
– where’s the life –
In fitting into already
Tiny little boxes?