“ The Child In Me ” ~ tho but a shade ~

It matters not,

Be but a shade

Of used to be,

He does exist

The child in me…

Many will say

It can’t be he,

For what we see

Is but a hint

Of said once be,

I play their game

Knowing full well

He’s still the same…

 

Yet more claim

I am for naught,

The child is gone

Tho I think not,

For we remain 

One and the same…

 

I know the child

Yet lives in me,

As so he must

From birth

Until meant day

One turns to dust!

“ Of Consequence ” ~ ethics of indifference ~

 

Of ill fated

Lesser beings,

Man ascribes

Their worth

Not seeming,

Thus exist

Of no concern,

Judged by ethics                       

Of indifference

You’ll discern,

Alas by who

Of consequence,

Chose not a dent

On their existence…

 

Look around

This be our world!