A child’s tears do fall
Her cries do ring out
Helpless is her call
Innocence is she about
Small, a year old
She wants not for much
To be kept warm out of the cold
To eat breakfast and lunch
She’ll sing happily away
If she’s paid attention
Mischievous smiles everyday
She’s life’s great lesson
For a child’s tears are innocent
They fall for basic needs
When we get older
We discover hate and greed
Then our hearts grow colder
Then our hearts grow colder
And colder
With hate and greed…
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Darren Greenidge
I'm a thinker, listener, a "question's pretty much everything" type of person. A seeker of knowledge, always restless, yet seeks the calm in life.
I love writing in all forms and am in the process of completing a number of ongoing projects. I love the craft of writing and the possibilities it holds. A magic carpet through the mind. I love pretty much all creative arts, music, film and theatre the leading ones.
Born in Hertfordshire in England, my family Irish, Welsh and English, I currently reside in Edinburgh, in Scotland. I'm drawn to coastal and mountain regions where I like to go to think and draw inspiration from. Ireland is a place that's dear to me, and I try to get back to see family and friends as much as possible.
My interests are wide and broad, too many to mention here, but history, archaeology, criminology, music and film are just some of those things I love.
I hope you enjoy my ramblings on here as that's what they are really. I'll let my fingers do the ''talking...''
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