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Balancing On The Edge Of Jeopardy

Children are a strange commodity.
A product of our teachings...
And a reflection of the environment.

Like unnecessary attachments,
Sometimes they can be.
So innocent and sweet when born...
To grow into untamed weeds,
We pray to bloom into prized accessories.
Yes!
Compared to those 'things',
We pride ourselves to keep.

We hope our lessons teach them well.
But no one really knows,
In what direction our children will eventually...
Choose to go.

Children,
As we believe we know them...
Are a strange commodity.
A product of our teachings...
And a reflection of the environment.

And 'if' the environment isn't condusive,
To the mental health of our 'kids'...
Any future we perceive that is deserving that comes,
Can either be brightened with enlightenment...
Or hang nervously balancing on the edge of jeopardy.

And,
Our expectations void of consistent encouragement...
May be a bit too high for them to fly without obedience.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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