Innocence

What is it about a child
That touches the heart,
Evokes a smile,
Taking emotions that extra mile?
Innocence.

And we as nubile grown-ups lose
The sinlessness unless we choose
To turn deaf ear, refuse the muse of
Innocence.

Why must we be turned critical
With interests apolitical
And ire befit a raging bull?
No innocence.

A bitter taste, reality
Where dredges of acerbity
Lend yearning for the memory of
Innocence.

And when the maze of days is done,
The journey o’er, the battle won,
Be thankful that your web was spun with
Innocence.

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