Innocence
What matter if I laughed or cried
I saw no way to turn,
nor did I care for those who tried
to help with their concern,
until my eyes beheld the reason
as my fears were reconciled,
there is ne'er a somber season
when I gaze upon a child.
Copyright © Keith Bickerstaffe | Year Posted 2016
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