Box <br />by Ted L Glines <br /> <br />working working <br />no time to play <br />postpone your dreams <br />for another day <br /> <br />eternity waits <br />an endless stage <br />for your childish glee <br />or dreams of rage <br /> <br />children know <br />magickal places <br />dragons and elves <br />grins on their faces <br /> <br />but growing up <br />is serious stuff <br />put your childhood away <br />learn how to bluff <br /> <br />living by logic <br />from man-made books <br />kills your soul <br />under pious looks <br /> <br />an empty life <br />is something built <br />one day at a time <br />from fears and guilt <br /> <br />growing misuses <br />drown childhood gladness <br />replaced with abuses <br />of adult sadness <br /> <br />rushing your life <br />schedules and clocks <br />all of it ends <br />in a fancy box <br /> <br />going to heaven <br />or that place of screams <br />such an awful waste <br />for the soul with no dreams<br /><br />Ted L Glines<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/box-7/
