Dream Child?

A poem about my fears of a child

What is the world of tomorrow?
Will small footsteps grace the sand
Or ruins and dust?
Through fields and trees
A child will run
Or a concrete jungle
Now falling apart

Born free or in shackles
These fears in my mind
I hear the clock ticking
Through hands pressed to my ears
NO!
It's not time
The world isn't ready

I'm not ready
For this child that changes