Growing PainsA Poem by MoominAbout the sadness of growing up too soonI have been a pilot and a doctor, and a chieftain, I've run a café and a veg stall and a shop Discovered forests down the road, and caught a magic toad, and stormed the castle high upon the mountains top I've walked about on Mars, flown a rocket to the stars, and
been to places that are yet unknown to men And just to cap it all, to amaze you, and enthrall, I did all that before I was even ten
There are no boundaries for young minds, no comprehension of time, they are eager to explore this fun-filled place Kids are free and are unshackled, from the first shake of their rattle, they refuse to run with rats in our sad race I grew up with simple toys, simple pleasures, simple joys, yet life was then so full and so untouched Not ashamed of mummy's hand, or a bucket in the sand, we had so little yet, we really had so much
We grazed our knees and ruined our clothes, raced around on tippy-toes, and turned a mangy dog into our bestest friend We camped out, we camped in, went too high upon the swing, yet we never thought the fun would ever end Daddy's voice was law, mummy's whack was sore, and being grounded was so harsh and was so tough But we knew that we were safe, and we knew we were secure, and we really knew our home was full of love
Children were children and grown ups were grown ups, and teenagers were somewhere in between Bad things were small, like the punctured old beach ball, or the sadness of a melted ice-cream Park-keepers were alert, and everything actually worked, and if we hurt ourselves, mum didn't want to sue She would kiss it where it was sore, cuddle us some more, then we'd be off and start our climbing up anew
A boy's first kiss was his mum, and love was bubble-gum, and his first crush was simply lemon or lime Girls were chased but never kissed, cause you deliberately missed, and names could only hurt you if they rhymed Little girls dressed in mum's shoes, and didn't get the blues, and they'd only dance in front of cuddly toys They loved dolls and Winnie-Pooh, playing bubbles with shampoo, and they had no time for silly things like boys
Batman was always kind, and it would never cross his mind, to kill a villain, or ever break the law You'd always be polite, always kiss your mum goodnight, and you'd always leave your cabbage for the poor To be gay was to be glad, being bad meant simply bad, and there was no such thing as being overfed Phones were just pretend, and your dog was your best friend, to protect you from the troll under your bed
But this world is ever changing, with more stress and much more danger, and the children must adapt or they will fail Where once our kids were shy, and pleasing to the eye, we are now forced to grab a tiger by the tail Like the trickle of the stone, before the mountain crashes down, life is gaining speed at an alarming rate They are pushed and are in pain, carry guilt and carry blame, and there is no one to shield them from their fate
Home alone, and alone away, taught how to text but not to play, they just exist within their messed up little world Forced to survive and take the knocks, always governed by the clock, too soon they are men and women, not boys and girls Good and bad are now retired, you can do what you desire, it's no longer sin, but a life choice for childrenkind And is there's a price to pay for this new fun, and for looking at the sun, there's always credit, which is far off (in their mind)
Goblins and trolls have become vampires and ghouls, and Batman is a nasty growling man The train set is no longer cool. Its trains and stations are for fools, Playstation is now the thing that makes the man Advice comes from the web, or magazines instead, because these sources have all the answers we need to know Goodbye to picnics, sandcastles, parks, finger-puppets in the dark, these simple joys our children now let go
Today the little ones know too much, and their knowledge is that such, they are aware of all that mum and dad now do The facts of life, thanks to the web, terrorism's dread, HIV, carcinomas and Avian Flu Immersed in the occult, and books that teach how to insult, they spend more time with gadgets than they do with humankind The things they watch would scare grown-ups, the door to innocence is shut, while their music feeds the anger of the mind
“No” is spoken, never heard, simple manners never learned, “Love thy neighbour” is replaced by “dog eat dog” But they are children, not our pets, they need to love, and not regret, and they need to find the time to think of God Like arrows that are aimed, we can steer them through life's game, to ensure they find the target that they need That of happiness and hope, take their hand, don't let them grope, and we may yet behold the day when they are free
So enjoy their childhood years, feed the ducks, and not their fears, and if they've gone too far, help them to rewind Let them skip, let them skate, let them even lick their plate, and the memories will be forever in your mind And before you do regret, and your little ones forget, and this life comes and sweeps them from your door Give them back their childish ways, and keep the world at bay, and let the children just be children once more
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