The Fledglings

Whilst in China, I wrote this poem for the many young children whom I had the privilege of teaching. My wish for them is that they learn how to laugh and how to play …

Heavy eyelids

Body tired

Fingers cramped

Little one I see you

Desperation        

Exhaustion mounting

Sadness deepening

The calm no longer

Your plight, your challenges, your endeavours

Who do they belong to?

For you are too young to know such aspirations

Your pressure, your stress, your misery

Who is driving you?

For what purpose do they steal your childhood?

My heart aches little one

Your loss is great

For where is your creativity, your imagination, your play?

Your Spirit trapped deep within

Your sense of adventure crushed

The fool in you cannot be

Hold on tight

Never loose sight of who you are

Dream those dreams

For they are yours and forever will be

Your day will come little one

To cherish the value of freedom

To create your own destiny

Paint your dreams and make them reality

Until then …