Growing Up

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As a little girl I believed in lands hidden from view,

Fantastical places where adventures would ensue,

They were in the clouds or kept in closed cupboards.

I believed in Santa and The Easter Bunny too.

I believed in valiant knights who swung mighty swords.

There were pretty princesses, perils and dangerous dragons,

Even a talking mirror and a glittering glass shoe.

All this I believed to be true.

As I grew a little older, I expected that, all too soon,

Cars would zoom over my head , high in the sky.

Mankind would exist, live and love upon the moon.

I did worry- a little- that in a nuculear war we might all die,

I feared my Earth would be little more than a smoking ruin.

And then away to another planet would we humans have to fly.

All this I believed to be true

As a woman I saw a beautiful princess,

In a Mercedes,

Broken, Torn and Crushed.

I saw two proud tall towers,

Hit by planes and tumble,

Howling, Fuming and Smoking.

I saw Nasa become a hollow lifeless shell,

As it launched empty satelites,  Man's dreams,

Sold, Abandoned and Wasted.

I watched as cars suffocated ,

crowded cites with long snaking,

Consuming, Traffic Chains.

All this I saw to be true.

Now I am all grown,

Tall, strong and a little sad.

I am no longer chocking in anger,

That my time is not sweet and sunny.

I realise I live in the wasteland of greed,

The evil of apathy, selfishness and money,

Tyrannically ruled by the wickedly weak ,

The boldly bad and /or dangerously mad.

My growing up is complete because I now truly believe,

This world is flawed and so to am I,

BUT

There is also the undefeatable undaunted reality,

of our HUMANITY!

And this I  boldly swear to be true.

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