GATES
A tiny face,
An outstretched arm,
A smile freely given,
Innocence out in the
Open.
Paper plate faces,
Coloured walls of hand prints,
Chewed up toys and crayons,
Mischief from minds that are
Open.
Uniform cuts framing faces,
Green ink following red,
Voices restrained for perfect harmony,
Slowly learning to
Close.
Fine lines that bracket,
Veins protruding without strain,
Blocked ears and painted lips,
Guarded eyes that see only rain.
White walls in glass ones,
Only squares to be seen,
No roundness or softness permitted,
No trace of the laughter that had been.
It always happens eventually,
They supposed,
The gates are finally
Closed.
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