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An elgy for innocence

Innocence, how did I lose you? 
Once as a child, my innocent smiles, 
Mesmerized young and old adults alike, 
The laughter soft as morning dew, 
Disappeared with the rising sun. 

Innocence, how did I lose you? 
As kids we believed in all the stories our parents told, 
Mickey mouse was real, so was flying Dumbo, 
The fleeting cherished moments still linger in my heart. 

Innocence, how did I lose you? 
As adults, new adventures in life began, 
Love, learning, and striving to be the best, 
Sometimes choked the throat of innocence. 
 
Innocence, how did I lose you? 
In older age, wrinkled face took over the innocence, 
When trying to find peace for my soul, 
The fleeing innocence consoled my heart.
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George Avatar
October 12, 2024 at 7:38 PM
Beautiful poem on the loss of innocence which all grown ups can relate to. Best of luck in the contest.
Bayles Avatar
October 4, 2024 at 5:23 PM
A haunting poem.
Allison Avatar
October 2, 2024 at 4:47 AM
the quote especially speaks volumes Jay! hugs Jan
Goldsmith Avatar
October 1, 2024 at 1:23 PM
I enjoyed reading your wonderful/fun write. Oh no, do not tell me Mickey Mouse is not real/Dumbo cannot fly. I saw him fly by the other day. Hahaha!!! You have a great ending.... Have a fun/blessed day writing away...............
Rose  Avatar
October 1, 2024 at 3:55 AM
Smile ! You said it right, in our old age the innocence remembered is what keeps our soul alive, ! Glad we were young once Jay, have a beautiful ay full of God's love and peace. May the blue jay of happiness land in your heart forever !
M  Avatar
September 30, 2024 at 2:11 PM
Just beautiful Jay! Deb x
Greenhough Avatar
September 30, 2024 at 12:54 PM
Enjoyable moments are one way we can find a bit of innocence. When noises are quieted, we find more of our inner selves. I like this poem on an important feature.
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