Faye Sizemore

NEVER NEVER LAND

If we could stay children…
forever and a day
Would it not be a grand way
to laugh and play…
come what may
No worries would we see
Our only tears
would be over a skinned knee
Prejudice and hate
would never rear their heads
Children are not that way… it is said
Each night we would dream
of harmony in our beds
But alas… we grow
and enter the grownup’s world of woe
For someone has to be in charge
of this and that
and cares… so large
For if we did not…
who would stir the pot…
who would cast our lot
and assign the lordly chores
… to those who
would fight in wars…