Innocence is a child's nature
So pure and true to life
But as the child grows up
It is replaced by strife
The child's field of innocence
Is a desert of vast sands
But to try and keep it that way
Is like holding water in your hands
All those innocent thoughts
That used to cloud my mind
Are gone to the wind now I am grown
And now I can't seem to find
The butterflies and ladybugs
The flowers pink and white
The people I've lost and tears I've seen
Along my lifelong plight
And then there was the growing up
And how much I got lost
It seems the summer of my youth
Has turned to adult frost
There's no innocence in adulthood
It's long buried and dead
But the beauty in a child
Makes tears fill my head
Still I look at children
Cupping handfuls of water
And feel sad that one day
There'll be no innocence in my daughter
Author notes
Strange picture, but it sparked a lot of thoughts, and that's pretty much the point I guess :-P... Well, this is what I came up with... I had a certain person in mind when I wrote this by the way...
Sorry for the length before, I've edited it to 28 lines... Sorry again.
A contest entry
- SImple pic prompt quickie by StarLightResurrects.
540 points, ended March 9, 2008, 18 entries
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Comments
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I think this is really a great poem, but it was supposed to be 30 lines or less. thank u for shortening it up a bit. good luck
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What a profound,
and heart-touching write, thank you for sharing it. You words are so true, and actually brought a tear to my eye.
I showed my mom this poem, and like me, she agrees, that the most heart wrenching thing is to watch your child grow up.
This is my favourite verse:
The child's field of innocence
Is a desert of vast sands
But to try and keep it that way
Is like holding water in your hands
Again, thanks you for sharing this,
Luck.
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