WHEN I WAS A LITTLE BOY

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    WHEN I WAS A LITTLE BOY

     

     

    When I was a little boy

    We played from dawn til dark

    Chasing baseballs hit aloft

    In our imaginary ball parks

     

    Running fields to and fro

    Shooting our toy guns

    At imaginary enemies

    We thought it was such fun

     

    Playing baseball confident

    One day we'd make the bigs

    But never understanding

    It was really one tough gig

     

    Another gig was coming

    For which we'd all been trained

    From childhood unrealized

    In our minds ingrained

     

    Those childhood days so precious, few

    No sooner had we grown

    We're told of foreign enemies

    And into war we're thrown

     

    Young men from other countries

    With dreams not unlike our own

    We're thrust in mortal combat

    In some distant hotzone

     

    For what ??? I asked so many times

    This senseless loss of life

    What did we gain in all those years

    Of toil pain and strife

     

    The years have passed and here we are

    Our knowledge has increased

    That now we send our daughters

    To fight in the middle east

     

    Before I pass I hope to see

    A world in which there's peace

    Where dead mens wars are distant thoughts

    And higher goals we reach

     

    Where the sacredness of human life

    And value of each soul

    Of our precious sons and daughters

    Their gift of life extol

     

    When I was a little boy

    Seems not so long ago

    That graying hair and different eyes

    Have not tarnished the glow

     

    The dreaming of that better life

    In which we don't destroy

    The vision and the purpose

    Of when I was a little boy

     

     

     

     

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    When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

    John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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