America’s Got Talent
Do our youth a favor…
let just adults compete.
Though some, first glance, seem abler
let childhood wend complete.
The price for fame is dear…
demands from it are high.
It becomes the puppeteer
whose strings can oft hogtie.
Vegas thrives on fantasy…
oft hard to know what’s real.
It’s maze can send one aimlessly
quite lost in the surreal.
Childhood is a period
when youths face many tests.
They learn to solve paths myriad
through life and its contests.
So let them have their childhood,
and naturally mature.
If their talent’s truly good
the gift will long endure.
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