Poetry Slam

A Poem for Roaming Children

The Disobedient Child

I was as wanderous as a river among rocks

However I would never get hurt in the process.

Not only my body would roam everywhere

But my mind as well.

As I walked through the zoo when I was eight,

With no thought in mind,

My mother was screaming for me

Until her lungs exploded in time.

I knew she was a worryrat,

So I regained my senses and returned to her side.

I soon received training for my sauntering ways,

And lived my life with a focused body.

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