Some mornings as I make my coffee, I see a boy riding to school through the kitchen window. He looks much like the AI generated image you see here. It makes me pause and reflect to a time when that was me all those years ago . What a magic time of hopes and dreams…….

It’s off to school I go today
The wind whispers past my ears
Excitement beckons all the way
I’m too young for any fears

Education is the game
Although there’s more of what than why
We learnt tons all just the same
We even learnt to reach the sky

500 precious little stars
Different in so many ways
Immigrants from near and far
United with our eyes agaze

I daydreamed in the afternoons
As I dreamt of what could be
Inside a million thoughts were strewn
I made my own reality

IN groups gave security
Biases they start to form
OUT groups are the enemy
To those like us we like to warm

Morals and authority
Started with the family
Add God and state, society
To ensure compliancy

And life was good of that I’m sure
As it seems for this young boy
We didn’t really ask for more
A child’s life is mostly joy

We age and we must recognize
Our real responsibility
To be all children’s ears and eyes
Treat them like nobility

So Teachers, coaches assistants
Uncles aunties parents too
Also add the government
To you I owe a big thank you