for lessons to think alike,
they flock together to memorize the lines
forgetting their own poetic line,
growing in peaceful slumber time
they squash the questioning mind,
a perfect pillow to sleep awhile they seek
giving way to a generation blissfully weak,
crawling under moonlit night
they take their shadow for reflection might
Shouldn't the title read "Adults Play"?
ReplyDeleteI think, this is by far your best composition. You talk about the innocent, undoubted, taken for granted ways, which all children are subject to, which are part of being a child .... but which tacitly and unsuspectingly force us all into a herd of sheep, making us all chase mediocrity.
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