FOETUS
By Peter Woodgate
Run child,
Whilst scented breezes weave their
fingers through your hair,
Run child,
Whilst youthful looks show that
you have but not one care.
Dance child,
Whilst steps, so gay, are music to
your ears,
Dance child,
Whilst laughter seals the dam that
holds back all the tears.
Walk child,
With innocence and not with guile,
Walk child,
Walk tall and wear a sunbeam for a
smile.
Kneel child,
And think of all the gifts
inherited and free,
Kneel child,
And try to picture things you
cannot see.
Pray child,
With honesty, and all the love you
can,
Pray child,
For you will realize you’re not a
man.
Trust child,
Trust in him to make it clear,
Faith child,
Faith in him, your birthday is so
near.
Copyright Peter Woodgate
well designed triplets', a clever poem. 'Your birthday is so near', would 'birthdate' sit better? Great work!
ReplyDeleteHi Len, thanks for comment. I would possibly agree should this poem be literal as in fact there is only one birthday and thereafter birth dates. However, the poem is an allegory of mankind shown here as a child who has not yet grown up. The birthday here refers to the term Reborn. Just my idling, of course, as I am aware there are plenty who will utter, "What a load of rubbish"
ReplyDeleteNot rubbish Peter. Anything but, it's full of lovely phraseology. I particularly liked 'walk tall and wear a sunbeam for a smile.'
ReplyDeleteNot keen on the title though!
Beautiful poem! Really enjoyed it.
ReplyDeleteShell.