Children Poem by Forever Underestimated

Little shoes,
Little hands,
Little arms,
Little legs.
Always changing,
Always growing,
Never the same,
Never slowing.
Maturing every day,
Or so that's what they say.
Uneducated, immature,
But the point is not theirs to make.
I may be small on the outside,
Growing, learing,
Changing every day.
But you know what?
Who says I don't know
Why everything's this way
Today?
Us children,
So young,
But who says
We're dumb?
Slient, we are.
Forever the keys.
Look,
For once.