Naiveté

We all are born naive at birth Ingenuous for what it’s worth. The cure is in the things we learn From childhood to adult that’s earned. Yet some of us of age remain A child, a lamb their both the same The naiveté are most beguiled By those of us so versatile Among the rank and file we lurk And prey on you with clever words. Word to the wise from one who knows Be careful of the ones who pose To be your special pal or friend One might deceive you in the end.