At three you’re taught to care.
At four you’re taught to share.
By five you know to say nice things.
By six you learn to play pretend.
You sing and laugh and learn and love.
But life and words cause damage such
that kindness turns to weakness. Then
to show one grace becomes a sin.
Then fires burn and bones can break
and all we know is greed and hate.
If only we were five again
when any face could be called kin