The child of the mind

A poem I wrote

A child of the mind is a most beautiful thing,

for when we grow old it make our dreams sing;

A most reprehensible action is one of pretension,

To say the child is the one who must learn

The child’s mind is far to easy to miss and far to obscure to mention.

A beautiful mind please explain what this is?

Does our public school system produce such thoughts?

No!

For we were and still art meat and produce to be sold when ripe and ready,

Such that only certain minds are wanted.