Happy At Heart

Children come into this world innocent and pure, Free from the allure of ungodly things, Then one day they magnetize disease, as suddenly as they arrived, they are about to leave, Children are the purest form of truth, A dying child has no time to be coy or cute, He/she usually cuts through the chase and gets to the point, there is no use in hesitation or rattling joints, Dying children let you know how they are feeling and what they think, even if it seems uncouth or stinks, When time is precious, they don't waste it playing ring around the rosy, They ask questions, give opinions and get really nosy.