The Supreme Importance of Play

When is that moment in which

We begin to turn away?

There's a moment, although vague

Life used to, Yes, used to be

Constant play, nothing but Play

Even the School day was once

Just one more part of the game

Learning, not having become

some stupid chore to be done.

What life pressures warp us so,

That we retreat from Parents

embarrassed of embraces

And then finally Adult—

among old friends how often

do we sincerely go to"play?"

We sit around

in slow motion

and just delay—

no longer sure

of what to do,

or what to say...