Let The Children Grow Old

Let The Children Grow Old

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I once read a story about a little boy who died in Santa Claus's arms. It got me angry with God. Why doesn't this deity look after his flock? This poem is my entreaty.

Submitted: October 14, 2017

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Submitted: October 14, 2017

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Please don't call the toddlers out
To the valley over the ridge.
Don't hail the ones who've just arrived,
Having lost their way to the bridge.

Let them at least grow old enough
To grasp the presence of noon,
Before you withdraw their morning hour,
Before you take them too soon.

Please don't tell the little ones
There's no time for the toys,
The toys that came for Christmas, no,
Let them be girls and boys.

Or if you please then pass unto me,
The reluctance you fail to use,
For this heart I cannot bear let go,
This love I cannot bear lose.


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