The
Dignity of Risk: A Poem
What
if you never got to make a mistake?
What
if your money was always kept in an envelope where you couldn’t get it?
What
if you were never given a chance to do well at something?
What
if you were always treated like a child?
What
if your only chance to be with people different from you was with your own
family?
What
if the job you did was not useful?
What
if you never got to make a decision?
What
if the only risky thing you could do was to act out?
What
if you couldn’t go outside because the last time you did it rained?
What
if you took the wrong bus once and now you aren’t allowed to take another one?
What
if you got into trouble and were sent away, and couldn’t come back because they
always remember your “trouble”?
What
if you worked and you got 46 cents an hour?
What
if you had to wear your winter coat when it rained because it was all you had?
What
if you had no privacy?
What
if you could do part of the grocery shopping, but weren’t allowed to do any
because you weren’t able to do all the shopping?
What
if you spent three hours of every day just waiting?
What
if you grew old and never knew adulthood?
What
if you never got a chance?
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