Never Heard the Rules
I never heard the rules.
Guessing was an art.
Observation, that was a start!
Asking "why", was a favorite question.
Who? or what? was part of the lesson.
Going from house to house,
Seeing families with rules,
Some without.
No one had the answer to "why":
We cut chicken off the bone,
Left adults quiet and alone.
Learned to fight when attacked.
Learned to argue and talkback.
Found that decision I made had as much value,
And not to be afraid.
Always acted outside the box,
Never felt guilty,
Or at a loss.
Made a simple rule for me;
Don't hurt another soul or me.
But be bold and be free!
Copyright © Kim Stone | Year Posted 2023
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