Four Things

The third poem I've written recently. Also, probably my favorite of the three.

Into this world people come,

     White as Ivory.

Days go by as they are young,

     Smooth as Stone.

Every thing and every one,

     Close as Home.

Touring mind and body both,

     Free as Birds.

Then come Rules.

     Do and Don'ts,

     Can and Can'ts,

     Yes and Nos.

Then come Lies.

     He said She said,

     He did She did,

     He Is She Is.

Then comes Anger,

Then comes Pain.

The Ivory dulled,

The Stone chipped.

Home never seemed so far,

     The cage never so near.

Some never leave this pitiful place

of longing, rage, shame, and disgrace.

     They regret,

     hide,

     hurt,

     and die

     inside.

Others, however, can change their lot.

The lucky few that haven't forgot.

     They learn,

     grow,

     seek,

     and know

That life can be

     White,

     Smooth,

     Close,

     and Free.

Its all in what they choose to see.