Teaching a Kid

The way to teach a child,

Must be quite mild;

To scald,

Is quite cold,

Not the way to mold.

All we will do;

Is make that child Untrue.

Don't we remember when we were that old,

Harsh words we could see right through;

Even though the adults held them quite true.

Said them till they were blue,

Yet would they listen to us?

This is torture,

Instead of nurture.

To get a response,

What have we lost;

At what cost?

Why have we strayed,

From the way,

Got old one day?

A child looks in purity,

This is an assurity,

Until they come to maturity,

Where they learn man's impurities;

Then lose their security.

Remember when we teach,

Careful with our speech.

Explain in a way they understand;

Instead of making commands,

Then they might hear,

Instead of run in fear.