When things are new,
not yet explored;
when family members
are most adored;
when sin is unknown,
much like the Lord;
a child is most blessed
and innocent.
The world is a shiny,
beautiful place;
fairytale stories bring
smiles to the face;
joys that adulthood too
soon will erase;
for no one stays young
and innocent.
Soon there is suffering,
sadness, and pain;
disappointment,
dark days with rain.
Why does life become
cruel and insane?
Man’s nature washes
away his innocence.
~gj duerrschmidt
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