Innocence To Experience
Innocence
Lilly my love, what shall you be?
Fly to space or live in a tree,
Vine to vine, you fly so high,
Stretch your hands, you’ve touched the sky!
Lilly my love, where shall you go?
Peak to peak, you’ll barrel through snow.
Tinkling bells, your laughter rings out,
Searching for reindeer, along your route.
Lilly my love, what shall you see?
As you explore the seven deep seas.
Singing with dolphins, swinging your oars,
Ahoy there Lilly! Treasure is yours.
Lilly my love, what shall you be?
Your future is great, as I foresee.
President, you say? A noble goal,
For you, my dear, it’s the perfect role.
Lilly my love, you’ll make me so proud.
First female president, you avowed.
Stretch your hands, you’re almost there.
Then it's I, Lillian, do solemnly swear.
Lilly my love, I know you'll make it,
It’s never been done but the time is now!
Break the mold, tradition, forget the norm,
Take the world by storm, take a bow! That’s how.
Lilly my love, what can you be?
Anything you want, you shall see.
The world is your oyster, your castle, your space.
With indomitable spirit, you’ll win every race.
Now Lilly my love, close your eyes,
Tomorrow a new day shall rise.
Filled with wonder, joy, possibilities.
Endless arrays of opportunities.
Experience
Lillian Sinclair, what shall you be?
My! President? I must disagree.
What is this nonsense that I hear.
Honey it’s a man’s world out there.
Lillian Sinclair, four fast years flew by,
You blossomed in college, now say goodbye.
Have you thought, about what you will be?
President? Oh my! With that degree?
Lillian Sinclair, listen to me here.
Why not a nurse? Or a volunteer?
Women are teachers. Oh its law you love?
At best you’ll clerk, and nothing above.
Lillian Sinclair, what have we here?
Tighten your shirt, and curl your hair.
Your assets? Physical, not mental my dear,
Honey it's a man’s world, that much is clear.
Lillian Sinclair, tell me why are you here?
Sitting the bar, with these smart men my dear.
Keep up if you can, and feel no shame,
If you drop out, to play an easier game.
Lillian Sinclair, what have we here?
How indecent! Oh my! Cover up, my dear.
There’s a fine line, from dull to risque.
It’s a predator’s world, and you look like prey.
Lillian Sinclair, come dry up your tears.
There’s no sympathy here, mere sneers, and jeers.
You will be President. Is that what you say?
Don’t be silly my dear, that’s a man’s way.
Lillian Sinclair, what shall you do?
Legal assistant. That’s what you’ll pursue?
A reasonable goal, but just to make it clear,
It’s a man’s world out there so good luck, my dear.