My eyes to a child's
Can either compare
A day in the grass is charming itching play
To my eyes, oh it has to be cut today
An old shed for the boyish lil' ol' Texas Ranger
To my eyes, a roof of snake infested danger
A fun plastic toy of featured fat
My feet! Did I just step on that?
Sweet night's slumber party
I wake up, I need my coffee
Oh sweet innocence, to you I do not compare
From a child may I learn
For life's sweetness, common not, yet not rare, however is always there
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By The Light
PoetryThis is a collection of poetry that I wrote myself. I hope all who read can enjoy the few bits of words I attempt to clamber together.
