The way, To teach a child!
Must be quite mild!
To scald,
Is quite cold,
Not the way to mould!
All you will do;
Is making that child Untrue!
Don`t you remember?
When you where that old!
Harsh words;
You could see right through!
Even though, The adults,
Held them quite true!
Said them till they were blue!
Would they listen to you?
This is torture!
Instead of nurture,
To get a response!
What have we lost?
At what cost?
Not like them?
Why stray,
From the way,
Got old one day?
A child looks in purity!
This is an a surety,
Until they come to maturity!
Learn mans impurity!
Then lose their security.
Remember when you teach,
Careful with your speech!
Explain in a way,
They understand!
Instead of making commands!
Then they might hear,
Instead of run in fear!