Children,
Are like glass bottles.
Ones that you can fill with stardust,
or moonwater,
or sugar, spice and everything nice.

However, not everyone knows
how to fill these beautiful bottles.
Some filled them with black tar.
Some filled them with resentment.
Some did not, but filled them so much
That these children crack, and break, and shatter,
Beneath the weight of supposedly
'Hope and dreams'.

Be careful of what you are using to fill the bottles
Take delicate care in filling them,
Or you might ended up wounded
From what was shouldn't done and should.

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