The Child

[Horn]

The Child
Sweet as honey,
Happy and bright,
Face always glowing,
And laughing with delight.
Big blue eyes, chubby round face.
Not a care in the world,
Playing all the time,
Loving and caring anyone in sight
No matter who they are or what they look like.

But the child grows older,
Questioning life, anything, everything.
The child grows to become
One of fear, to be accepted
By the corrupted lot that inhabits society
He learns the tricks of the trade,
How to get by, getting around the system,
Wasting life, Waiting for it to get better,
Not seeing life's worth,
Constantly searching, searching, searching...

[T.J. Barber]

It reminded me of my childhood. Sometimes I long for that time. I wish I had not a care in this world. It seems the older you become, the more the world beats you down. Very well written and heart-felt. Nice job, TJ

[bloodredtears]

this reminds me of an email my aunt sent me about an adult who wants to go back to childhood...i sometimes wish i could return to those happy days when my biggest worry was whether or not it was warm enough to go swimming that day.... kids... great job!

[rinna(on leave...for eternity)]

this is brilliantly sad. i love it. keep writing!
x rinna x

[Hunter]

So sad.