Children

A little child
So meek and mild
Will soon be classed
As cruel and wild.
And, as they grow
Both tall and wise
Some parents resent
These obligatory ties.

Cars and bikes become the craze
But soon they outgrow this mechanical phase.
It's girl meets boy or boy meets girl.
Then begins the social whirl.
Discos, Lager, Wine bars too -
Crazy hair styles in pink and blue.

Suddenly, in love, they reel.
Wedding bells begin to peal.
Shortly after-
A little child,
So very meek, so very mild.

by Irene Kelsey

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