Poem - A Song For Kids

[meursault]

A Song For Kids

You don't yet know the
Things you will do
In desperation and need.
Stupidity, greed, hate.

You may think tomorrow
Carries a magic just beyond
The reach of imagination.

This is largely true,
but it's a Black Magic,
Filled with terror and compromise,
Constructing foundations of debasement
Which you will only recognize
In the loneliness and rage
Of unforgettable moments.

Forget your tomorrows,
They will come soon enough,
To break your mind and leave you
Scrambling for the end of the Now,
As tomorrow's tomorrows
Have you wishing
For the magic of childhood when
The dread of crushing failure and meaninglessness,
Worthlessness and unlovability,
Were not even in the imagination,
Much less cut into your heart and face.