Eternal Child
Inside us all still lives
The small, humble voice of a child
The raging dregs of youth,
That sing…
So when life throws adversity in your face;
When it reeks of anger, pain, and mistrust…
SCREAM in that child’s voice
When life hands you sorrow;
The unraveling threads of sorrow, pity, and loss…
CRY in that child’s voice
When life lies down and begs to end,
When it can longer stand triumphant; head high…
SING in that child’s voice…
Remember the days when you were young
And would fall in the sand while playing
Just to stand up, dust yourself off, and tarry on…
THAT is when you must remember-
To RAGE in the voice
Of that eternal child!
Author notes
This was written on 11-01-08 for Dane Collins, a patient where I work for the Veterans Administration. His journey is a long one to recovery, and he has started it with a smile. It was a birthday gift.
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Oh wow. You have such a beautiful soul, you know that?? Really truly. I love reading your stuff.
Write on.
~*~SP~*~
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Excellent. Children at the beginning we are children too at the end. The cycle of life takes us were we need to go.
Garrison
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My father is a vetern of the nam war. He was there for a year and a month and it made him crazy. I love him but war made him that way. Fuck war, it took my father away.
My dad is like a child. I love this poem. we are so innocent when we're young. When we get to be adults the world gets so much harder and you wish you could just scream like a child, be a child again. -
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I agree...war is terrible. Seeing where I work, I get to see how much war can ruin the human mind. However, I can also see the human that still resides within these men and women who served. I feel blessed with the opportunity to be a part of their healing.
Thank you for this wonderful comment, and I wish the best to your dad as well.
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Great write, i enjoyed reading it, nice work
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So many thanks!
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what a precious birthday gift you gave ... this is so true. this write reminds me of Bukowski's write "Bluebird". yes, hank's write has much more grit, but it is basically the same theme.
I have a photo of me when I was about three ... when I am down, I look at the photo and try to see the world thru those 3 yr. old eyes ... it helps.
thanks, as always, my friend.
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To be compared, even remotely to Bukowski is in itself an honor. Thank you my sweet friend, and I am glad I could help conjure those childhood memories.
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