Posted on Nov 9, 2011


The little boy plays with his toys
Not knowing the world he’s in
Cars and soldiers, he makes a noise
Making everyone grin

He watches the screen of a TV set
Imitating what’s on it
Pretending to be a fox, he gets
Mad with his funny wit

The innocence of a child is something
To behold and cherish
For it makes everything alright as we think
While the child plays out stories embellished

Wars and crime don’t mean a thing to him
As he plays away, lost inside
His mind, a world he creates, to us he brings
I only wish we could join in and hide

A child can be like a drug at times
There happiness an addiction
As they babble and giggle away in rhyme
This a wonderful elation

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