Building Blocks

Children do the darndest things especially when we don't expect it. Often the behavior we are seeing is a mirror of what they have seen us doing or what they have observed on TV. With 4 boys, I need to remember, the TV is not a babysitter but more likely an errant teacher.

The merriment of children
The essence of innocence
One moment playing in the sand
Next teetering on a fence
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Their world is imagination
Their currency tears and joy
The building blocks are made
By the artisan girl or boy
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But nothing comes from nothing
Imagination needs a seed
What plays before their little eyes
Creative minds will feed
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Cakes are not made from dirt and mud
Nor ice cream from cadavers
So why would one think a child could do more
If its garbage he or she gathers
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Daily they remake their world
From stuff they find around
The TV set the instrument
Pushing any sight or sound
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It shows distorted visions
Stuff that everyone should crave
Bikini bods, cool hot rods
And how they should behave
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It shows them lots of killing
It shows them blood and gore
It shows them fake reality
And leaves them craving more
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We need to guard their innocence
They don't know what's the score
We need to fight for purity
Turn off the electric whore
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And something comes of something
If care a parent takes
The cost of every effort
Compound interest it makes
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So show them lots of beauty
And love on them do pour
These building blocks of living life
With them they will build more