Little Lad
Smiling at this young lad,
flawless are his ways and action,
knowing not the great line,
the line that stands in between good and bad.
He stretches his tiny arms to me in laughter,
worry not, the evil in the world,
nor thinketh of tomorrow's welfare.
For it will solve its puzzle itself.
Opening his eyes, in peace,
Face glued to the television,
Be amazed by what I call good for kids,
smile at her, since I feel it moment
He keeps not against me, the bad time we had.
The stage of the young lad,
the time of purity and innocence.
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