A boy may go and play with his toys,
But when do those toys become swords and guns?
A boy might get into a fight with a friend,
But when does it become more than a fight?
A boy will have some ignorant ideas,
But when must he step out of ignorance, and into the light?
He does it always to late.
But when is it the right time?
Where is the line between boy and man start and end?
When must someone 'grow up'?
When must someone make the right decisions?
Because there hasn't ever been even a guess...
Because if there was,
War might just stay as play.
Fine Line Between War and Play
I was thinking about this during a saturday...which really oughta tell you something about the way my mind work sometimes... (also, this isn't supposed to be sexist, if that's what some people think when they read it.)Did you like this poem? Write one of your own!
