I wrote this poem probably 10 years before I had any children, but I knew then how important it was to raise our future right. I hope you enjoy this poem.

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The Future

A childs mind is like a drop of water

or maybe a piece of iron not yet sautered

you can mold it and shape it like a piece of clay

the way you mold it is the way it's life will play

maybe like an unborn stream screaming for rain

or even a tear eyed widows face filled with pain.

How we mold our children will decide the future and beyond

maybe becoming an emcee searching for a rhyme

or maybe a single parent looking for time

recollecting the past and the different forks that could have been chosen

if only we could turn back time and see it frozen.

Mountains are molded through thousand of years

we seem so insignificant finding praise from our peers

mountains are huge and very sharp

then we wonder why our knowledge is so dark

we are made up of other people's thoughts

and the knowledge that our teachers have taught

but after we are taught we stop the expanding horizon

why do children murder is not so surprising.

A child is like a flower it expands and it blossoms

the sight you see is truly awesome

but one drop of acid rain corrupts the entire pedal

this hinders the child from getting gold medals

this acid rain is better known as society

when I see a child on the news it's hard for me

I comprehend the tragedy but not the thought

where was everyone when he was trying to be taught

everyone said hell, his love can bought

but knowledge and wisdom is all he truely sought.

One blade of grass, with one drop of dew

can change ones philosophy on what truly to do.

My message is simple, but take it to soul

learn from mistakes and what others had told

be your own person, make your words scream bold

for without knowledge and love this world is truly cold.