Treasure Island

Edwina Reizer

(12/22/1937 / LAKEWOOD, NJ)

A CHILD ASKED


A child asked 'Why am I here? '
with eyes as bright as a star.
The answer was given and understood.
'To be just who you are.'

Content with what she heard that day,
she lived her life and knew
that everything she wanted in life
is what she would try to do.

A child asked 'Why am I here? '
with hesitant eyes so sad.
The answer was given but not understood.
'To try to never be bad.'

Upset with what he heard that day
he lived his life in fear,
afraid that whatever he did in life
would always bring a tear.

Submitted: Monday, June 21, 2010

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  • John Brown (12/9/2013 9:59:00 AM)

    What a great poem. It is so true that what we experience as children stays with us forever. Wise words indeed Edwina. (Report) Reply

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