The little hurts of childhood seem such little hurts to us -- Such foolish things to cry about, such silly things to fuss. We often smile at children's tears, alas, we often frown -- I wish that from our eminence we elders could get down, Get down and walk the children's world where little things are great, Down where you have to climb to reach the latch upon the gate. The little hurts of childhood seem such little hurts to men; That must be why we sear their souls with anger now and then. When years have hardened us to ill we oftentimes forget That plastic as creation's clay are all the children yet. If we would find the children's hearts and lead the children straight We must get down and climb to reach the latch upon the gate. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTRA MORTEM: THE BEING by HAYDEN CARRUTH FUGUE FOR A DROWNED GIRL by JAMES GALVIN INEVITABLY (1) by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON VOLUPTAS by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON LITTLE BROTHER'S STORY by KATHERINE MANSFIELD SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: JOSEPH DIXON by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |