(an imagined, overheard soliloquy by a Scottish Granpa / Grandma, should they ever take an early bus in Singapore) . <br /> <br />Bairns on the bus <br />At six-a.m. <br />Skale-bound. <br />Is that no' a hellish thing? <br />Tae see them ae <br />sae weary - <br />Eyes half claised <br />heids hinging doon, <br />Mooths doon-turned an dreary - <br />And a' fur what? <br />Sae their Ma can boast <br />O' her bairnie's skills <br />At piano, violin or badminton? <br />Let the bairns be bairns <br />For pity's sake. <br />Sich cruelty <br />Has nae place <br />Amang the wise. <br />But then, maybe <br />Ye yersel were driven daft <br />Afore the age o twelve <br />By pressure-cooker gowks <br />Wi crazy expectations.<br /><br />Nomad Omnia<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bairns/
