The stage is set. The whistle blows.
Our Life Song starts. We pull on many hearts
Isn't he/she adorable? The face, the hands, the feet.
Amazing, so perfect. So sweet and so kind.
From birth to death We faee one direction
Forward, March! Backward, Free!
There are several
“major markers”.
Milestones dependent on
Origin, History and Practices.
We learn we have hands & feet;
they’re our first “toys”.
Into our mouths,
using our “senses” to discover.
This activity is tolerated,
When we have limited mobility.
Once we move around,
We reach outside ourselves
Food moves from liquid to solid;
into our mouths, out the other end.
We now have the task
to secure what didn’t last.
Like a rubberband
we stretch to reach.
Discover we have
sharp and useful teeth
All the time we pass
Using hands and feet.
Until we’re shown another way.
To fill our nights,
To spend our days.
Life becomes our work through play.
Quickly changing,
our minds begin to stray.
Some embrace,
others avoid.
It rises and falls
just like the tides.
Ideas, goals,
plans are made.
Some use a hammer,
others a spade.
Learning and working,
Finding and using.
Our tools
always sharpened.
Always asking,
“Whatcha Doin?”
Then comes the day
You’re given the task
To lead, not to follow
You just had to ask.
Then you regret
the decision you made.
To walk in the Sun,
not stay in the Shade.
To be noticed requires effort
consistent and long.
No time to spend writing
or singing "Your Song".
You look behind,
you see the Past,
Hungering for another
that will last.
One to a customer,
childhood, that is.
You had your chance,
Let “The Games” Begin.
