Do not give them the world.
Not when they are 2, begging for that toy on the television.
Not when they are 12, asking for money to see a new movie in theaters.
Not when they are 18, asking you to pay their tuition.
Do not give them the world.
The world wasn’t meant to be carried on small shoulders.
It wasnt designed to be held in the palm of your hand.
The darkest days are supposed to be shared in the company of loving shoulders to cry on.
The beauty belongs to everyone.
Do not give them the world.
Help them see it and love it.
Help them recognize the danger in its beauty.
Help them earn its trust and its good karma.
But please…
Do not give them the world.
A.
Memoirs of a Millennial 
I love your writing Style, and I cannot agree more with the moral in your poem. Beautiful way to explain the meaning of value.
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