A free verse written by Lee Sonogan
Life is like the monkey bars: you have to let go to move forward. Once you make the decision to leap into entrepreneurship, be sure to loosen your grasp on old concepts so you can swing your way to new ones. – Leah Busque
Tiny held In our arms,
Scaring you hiding in a corner,
Primary past down secondary,
All of a sudden an adult.
But we know that is a lie,
Most people still have their youthful angst,
What are we without the young?
The children are our present, not the future.
Then why so fond of the past?
Sticky fumblings of memory but how?
Remember one, absorb many more,
Don’t throw the baby out with the bathwater.
There is peace in innocence,
Never forget the inner child,
One day there is a fondness in the now,
Only you think you know me.
Generational gaps a plenty,
Still, not today junior!
Fledgling as good as you feel,
When you get to share encouragement in the form of labelling the kid.
We believed that there’s no such thing as good art or bad art. Art is art. If it’s bad, it’s something else. It was a much, much harder line in the ’50s and ’60s than it is now, because the idea of art education didn’t exist – they didn’t have a fine arts program when I was a kid. – Billy Al Bengston