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A prose poem about love as viewed by adults and children - an exploration of innocence. |
| That perfect innocence we once knew As proud and thunderous children - Those cute moments spent in sheer isolation Or the grandest, most exquisite get-togethers - Seem to tower over the sinful And perplexingly graceless days Of callous adulthood; Love appears to be nothing more than A roving hoard of looting and pillaging thieves Intent on their own deliberate and demeaning vices. Then, suddenly and miraculously, These ghostly and despicable demons Are caught, tried, and jailed, And we are left clinging to worthless memories Of this changeless, mediocre, And uninviting specter... If we could relive our glorious days of youth, That improbable mercy would rival The most sought-after and heavenly angel That God could ever produce To grant peace and serenity In our daily lives... |