Nothing But a Child

You are nothing but a Child
They say to Me
But how can this Be?

Have I not grown from the free and Wild
And came to Be?
Have I not Filed
Among those working busy Bees?

Perhaps Not.
Perhaps I am but a Child
As they say I Be

But if child I Be
Then what be Thee?
For I am happy with Cares,
Free with Boundaries,
And loving with Hate.

But You…
You wither at a challenge,
While I stand and Fight.
You tremble before Judgment,
While I stand tall in the Light.
And you shy away from Responsibility,
While I gladly take up the Strife.

Now I ask you Again,
If child I Be,
Then
What
Be
Thee?

-4/26/02

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