Not Minding

not minding but letting
the little grow
to be himself a man
of his own making
without
the intervention of
anger
and insult, you find
nature's laziness
complacency and
carelessness merely
seeing but not doing
sitting around things
that the little boy could
have changed early
letting him see the
world unfold before
his eyes
until he becomes a
man
shaped by his own
version of the world
nothing about codes
and behavioral norms
then you set him free
telling yourself
i am so sorry for you
now you are on
your own
clean your own
mess

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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