Little Big People

I feel like our culture is rife with low expectations and a lack of responsibility... The resulting adolescent immaturity is heart-breaking. Instead of growing into adults that use their wisdom and experience to live a full beautiful fulfilling life, we grow into emotionally unstable, broken, lost, little big people. I wrote a poem after I saw devastation in someone's life because of their lack of self-control and discipline. I felt so horrible... he was just a child in the mind and he was going to suffer the consequences of something so foreign to his world. How could he cope? How could he understand. He now had to embrace manhood in a few brief minutes. He had to be strong when he nothing to fuel his strength. And so I wrote this poem.

little children
with big people clothes
look how they stumble
over the sleeves and legs, too long

tear-stained faces
grubby hands outstretched
before full-grown men

pitiable beings
where is your mother?
if only a slap on the hand sufficed
But you grew up
dear children, take it like men

Ecclesiastes 11:9-10