A tiny child can only cry
To draw attention to his needs
Two blinks of an eye – he reads
Then cycles, speaks a foreign tongue
Multiculturalism is such fun
Plays sport or music, fires a gun
Dates girls, tries drugs, youth’s on the run!
Armed with diplomas, learns new skills
Picks up challenges, pays tax bills
Takes out a mortgage, buys a car
With social media is a star
Acquires experiences in life
Dabbles a bit then finds a wife
A child is born and starts to cry
Time passes and the years roll by.
(c) Poet in the woods 2013
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