You let them run free.
guided, sure, but still free
to make their mistakes and live life.
You let them experience their poverty.
Let them earn success through destiny,
let them paint their paintings,
write their novels,
make their movies
and dream their dreams.
But you never,
ever under any circumstances
do you ever
let them know,
are not children anymore.
Poetry, Poem, Children, Sex, Dreams, Poverty, Freedom