Innocence

A gun slinging toddler donning scarf and cowboy hat A peach princess with her dimples, smiles and curls What will this child become? Can we not stall this silly question about potential? Doctor, musician, teacher, sports star; Master, servant, writer, poet; Does it matter now? I wonder Will hatred fill his heart or will he learn to laugh and love? This child will be and become of course But will pay the price for breathing He has to live and learn And grow and go Knowledge is power … so they say But is it? As we move in time we swallow change To satisfy life’s yearning And how tragic Along the way Forever lose the magic