As I grow older, I often wonder what wisdom I lost as a child. In our youth, things were often much simpler.
A blue marble spins fresh days from recycled horizons and blowing winds. Countless opportunities are born, but die young from the cancer of old prejudice. Jealousy, bigotry, hatred, ignorance – unbind our humanity from its birthright, fueling wars of endless struggle in the battle-scarred hearts of men.
We walk behind masks of righteousness, too often followed by trails of horror. Unconscionable decisions wreak havoc upon our brothers. Childlike innocence is lost by inspiration to melt souls and disintegrate bodies – we cast away wisdom for pride. Our reach for maturity is unattainable, lest we lose this ignorance.
They say this is not child’s play, but perhaps it should be: In this great big universe, we find one globe, with one family, of one race – the human race.
Written for the weekly Poetic Asides prompt at Writer’s Digest, I focused on the idea of “child’s play”. While children can get angry and hold their grudges, something seems to happen to us when we get older – we seem to forget what binds us together and instead we often only see what separates us.
In regard to style, I originally separated this into neat little stanzas of 4 lines of free verse, each. After reworking it a bit, I thought it might be better to just let it flow as paragraphs. Not having tried that before, I’m not sure how it came out.