Events of this past week have shaken us all. Time is now that changes will be evident. Time is now that much will be demanded. And the young whose memories now of the violence that has taken their friends and innocence will demand restitution and behavior that comes with adulthood.
The children shall lead us. And force the children in adult bodies to grow up and let loose the behaviors that have kept this beautiful planet hostage. It is time and the children shall lead because they have memory. Of the worlds they have come from and where they exhibited behavior that showed accountability.
It is time now for all of us to grow up.
It is kindergarten, this place of play
that tells us that we are just boys and girls
and everyone wants us to be happy.
And we vow again like Tinker Bell
that we play the girl at heart and
like Peter Pan we will not grow up.
And we are adored to be just as we are.
Never growing up to do those things
of pain we see. Never growing up because
to grow up means to grow old and hurts
not only bodies but feelings we drown in.
There is no one to save us so
to grow old means we die.
We all know that song, don’t we?
There is no fun like ours when we stay young
to play with the wind in our hair and someone
pushing the swings higher and higher.
Nothing is expected then, is there?
Every day is a day to play. And if we are lucky,
we will die in our sleep and never have to think.
We ask, where is the fault in that? Where is the fault?