What I learned in Kindergarten
(wrote this on the playgorund yesterday)
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The cruel words of best friends,
Our days were a series of cuts and scrapes,
That would mend,
Where bones break,
Seldom bend.
We learned to accept how fragile and long,
We must travel,
Before we'd become agile and strong.
Tears,
A daily accessory,
To smiles that met in quick recovery,
With all casualties,
The large world's,
Small discoveries.
Monotony,
Our stability,
In line,
From end to start,
Dialogues of heads and tails,
Choreographed to a careful art.
In unnoticed themes,
Of social ordering and trust,
Try as we might,
We must.
From the womb,
Burning our eyes in that first kindergarten class,
Until our dust lifts in the wind,
Once we return to ash.
The cruel words of best friends,
Our days were a series of cuts and scrapes,
That would mend,
Where bones break,
Seldom bend.
We learned to accept how fragile and long,
We must travel,
Before we'd become agile and strong.
Tears,
A daily accessory,
To smiles that met in quick recovery,
With all casualties,
The large world's,
Small discoveries.
Monotony,
Our stability,
In line,
From end to start,
Dialogues of heads and tails,
Choreographed to a careful art.
In unnoticed themes,
Of social ordering and trust,
Try as we might,
We must.
From the womb,
Burning our eyes in that first kindergarten class,
Until our dust lifts in the wind,
Once we return to ash.
