If We Can Be Children Again (Poem)

When we’re newborns and toddlers,

 

We’re so eccentric and authentic,

 

Eager and ecstatic,

 

To start living our life.

 

Gazing at the night sky, 

 

We ponder the brilliance,

 

An amazing masterpiece, 

 

A great work of art.

 

There must some force,

 

That created this world,

 

That’s giving me breath,

 

That’s protecting me and cares.

 

Unrelenting faith, 

 

Always eager,

 

To tackle the day.

 

Persistent and relentless,

 

Pessimism is a term,

 

We know nothing about.

 

And then we grow up,

 

Observing and forgetting, 

 

Somehow down the path,

 

Of self prophecy and setbacks,

 

We convince ourselves of deception,

 

Of every lie of misconception.

 

And then strip by strip, 

 

As we remove the layers,

 

As though pealing an onion,

 

Our eyes begin to burn,

 

Until we can’t take anymore.

 

If we can be children, 

 

Remember what we knew, 

 

So deep in our heart,

 

In our childlike soul.

 

That life is a playground, 

 

We make it as we want.

 

Then look back, 

 

Smile and reminisce, 

 

The journey above all, 

 

We’re conquerors from the start.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Fred Varden

Wed 29th Nov 2017 22:28

Fantastic poetry with a lovely spiritual edge which I like. Well written well structured, a joy to read. Thank you for your work.

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