From Ideal to Real
To start, I saw the world with naïve eyes;
all rainbows, daisies, smiles and butterflies.
Thought, “Surely, no one ever could do harm!”
Alas, I saw the truth and was alarmed.
We learned of terrorists and such at school;
of murderers and politicians cruel;
I wondered how they lived with so much hate -
enough to cut the string of someone’s fate.
Discouraged, brought down by my empathy
for troubles suffered by those I can’t see,
I stood up with the fiery rising sun,
yet wilted with it to the horizon.
Then I saw life begin to pick up pace,
and decided that I’d come face to face
with problems, people, aches and pains galore,
so that I may uncover the “wherefore?”
The wonders of this world seen by many
held all of them in fixed captivity.
But I was enamored with the unseen;
the new, unknown, marv’lous discoveries.
I learned that I could not sit idly by;
Let mem’ries and opportunities slide
Instead, I rage against the dying light
So I will not be taken by the night.
At present, I am almost fully grown
With lessons learned and skills that have been honed
I now see our world as a balanced scale
Where yes, bad wins, but goodness still prevails.
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