June 20, 1999
6:15 P.M. pdt 
poetry by Michael F. Nyiri
"Father's Day"
Consider the children, the earth's progeny,
Offspring of Mother Gaia and Father Time,
Unfilled vessels yearning for answers that don't exist,
Open unwritten books waiting for their authors to arrive.
Consider the open vulnerability and the outstretched hands
The beatific visages and the clean crisp personas.
The answers to the questions of eternity, themselves,
Open to any notion which comes their way.
Don't let the children worry, for the time for that will come,
Open the door and let them go out and play.
A fitting time for pondring'
For I have no children of my own,
But I see the world's children, and they seem to worry so,
As years go by, the laughter subsides a bit
And those questions are always the whys which we never know.
Consider the playgrounds, with rusty junglegyms of yore
Coexisting with the homelessshoppingcart parkinglots,
And the wretched refuse on the floor.
Consider a village where the children will be safe,
And won't need to ask why a reason exists.
Please don't let the children worry, although the time for that has come,
Open the door and let them go out and play.
Consider the children, ripe fruits of the Millennium,
Ready to take the reins of our mistakes and ride,
Hopefully they'll help to make the world a better place,
So don't let them worry now,
Open the door and let them go out and play.
These are my thoughts on Father's Day.
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copyright 1999-2004 by Michael F. Nyiri
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