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Caroline

by David R Spellman

  
Ring around the rosie
Pocketful of posies.
Ashes, ashes.
We all fall down.  

 
I hope someday
soon
you can find your way
out of those clouds,
come down off that hill,
climb off that pedestal
of your own making;
for no one
has put you there
but yourself. 
 
It saddens me
to see such
promise of youth
already begin to whither
to become so faded
so tainted
so poisoned
so soon. 
 
Where did you get such
disdain
such
haughtiness
such
condescension? 
 
Do not throw
your intellect about
as if some higher order
has appointed
you
the judge
of all things. 
 
Have you scaled my mountains,
climbed into these valleys,
sailed the seas so much
so that
you have walked in
the shoes of each
and every
deserving soul,
each seemingly
insignificant
being? 
 
I can only hope
that you find
the compassion,
the empathy,
the love
to direct your
young life
and use that intelligence
to uplift
rather than
tear down
the lives you
will surely touch. 
 
You can
make the world
so much
better off. 
 
 

10/27/2007

Posted on 01/18/2008
Copyright © 2023 David R Spellman

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 01/18/08 at 03:11 AM

Kids suck. What're you gonna do? Heh. Great work.

Posted by Wendy Sparling on 01/18/08 at 03:26 AM

I am copying this poem and sending it to my son as a quide for when his teens get out of line. Excellent wording and lesson, I wish I wrote it.

Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 12/14/08 at 09:56 PM

A salient commentary on all too many bright youth and some not so bright but think they know it all! My dad used to say, "One day you'll get over fool's hill."

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