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Childhood joys by: Wayne Thornton
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Chapter 1:- Childhood joys



Without childhood joys, then and now;


We are robots stuffing the data base,


Groping for enlightenment,


Grasping for significance,


Awaiting termination,


And boasting that we created ourselves.


 


And all for naught:


For even if we could, or should, or would 


Create ourselves, so what.


What would we do?


Who would we tell?




Ah history, but who would listen?


To create ourselves and live forever:


Ah vanity, and then what?


 


To clone, and clone,


and never moan:


All for naught;


Who would we love?


What would we hope for?



Ah love, who would care?


Ah friends, who would have one?


Ah death, who would cry?





Without childhood joys, then and now,


we are all for naught and not at all.


 


Ah, Childhood:


Pain, pleasure, and then laughing;


Dreaming and then daring;


Caring, sharing, and then forgiving;


Hugging,


Trusting,


And then, laughing again. (And again)


 


Good night "Lancelot, the hero, and Roland, the hero,


And all the olden golden men who rode horses in the rain".-


Good night Carl Sandburg.




Good night Horatio.


Be happy, be funny,


and be nice to your mate.




 


                           


"Good night Uncle Cecil and Aunt Blanch."



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