Ring around the Rosie,

Ring around the Rosie,

Isn’t it amazing that we grow up

Thinking this song is a game;

Thinking it’s happy?

 

The last thing our little minds grasp is that when we say,

“We all fall down” We’re talking

about dark oblivion:

Death.

 

When I was a kid,

I pictured myself as Alice, Falling

down into a pit, into a never-

ending hole and then finding a

new adventure.

 

Now I wonder why did everyone

Keep death from me?

Why did my mom tell me 

She returned my goldfish Instead of just telling me He

died?

 

Kids are stronger than we think.

They’re resilient boomerangs

That always come back no

matter what they hit.