I Miss Being a Child

I miss being a child

in awe of colors

bright in a new world,

With picture books

that sparked fascination

of all the places I’d go.

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I miss receiving praise

while learning of

mankind’s secrets,

Still in a luscious glow

that basks in all of

youth’s glory.

​

I miss not fearing pain

when all the hurt known

was a scraped knee

after falling from a bike or tree,

Before knowing the truth

of the hushed tones of doom.

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Posted Jan 22, 2021, 5:14 PM UTC

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