Lament for Childhood
Sweet mystery of life, you are no more,
You did not enthral, as in the days of yore.
But Modern World, this I cannot pardon,
You crushed the mystery in Kindergarten.
Children’s minds were never meant to cope
With mystery of such tremendous scope.
How would Modern World be so unkind,
As to steal the innocence of children’s minds?
They have a right to fairyland and dreams,
And should not be made part of adult schemes.
They should not suffer any pain or sorrows,
The time for those will come, in their tomorrows.
© Sheila White, 1985