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.