We learn to walk, because we’ve found that by walking we can do more.
while crawling we can get around,
but it’s difficult to go fast, or to carry something.
So we stand, and see further. we step, and we fall
And for a time we return to crawling. For a time.
But we’ve seen more, so we get up again.
And again we fall. It’s the way of things.
But in time we take steps, and we cheer.
We see we can go further, and better, and we learn to carry.
Factories make tools and toys, and cars, and stuff.
Parts are molded, and carved, formed by fire and frost.
Each part is designed to be part of the whole.
Lines of assemblers, fit each piece together.
But not every part is just like it’s peer.
And some of these parts, just won’t fit in.
The parts are rejected, they’ve failed.
It’s not something personal, the parts just won’t do.
Until we are five, we learn by trial and error,
Parents sometimes fear us falling, but with success cheer.
For we all know that there really is no failing,
falling is learning what does not work well for us now.
But it seams we forget, when we reach 5 years of age,
and seem to think that each dhild can now be molded.
That we should just “know” what we are told
simply because some one up front says so.
Is it really a wonder that so few can create?
That our movies and entertainment seems so often repeats?
That we find it so hard to build a romance,
when our schools lead us to believe there is only one chance.
That’s all I shall say, about this life that wee lead,
for who knows quite what, tomorrow shall bring.
All we can do is plan for contingencies
and boldly step forward, and get up when we fall.
I just spent a few days with an almost walking ten month old and a four year old, your poem hit me square on. I so hope they can keep that spirit of adventure they still have. Thank you for this.
Comment by Tamyra — April 14, 2009 @ 1:36 pm