Bill Lindsay Poet Free verse

'nothing' For Contest

A bug under a rock
and a sweetie found in a pocket,
or the tickle of a feather. 

Through the eyes of a child,
the whole of creation;
all is wonder.
 
Then comes our wisdom.  
That nothing is beautiful.
And childhood dies.

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Eileen Manassian September 17, 2015 at 2:42 PM OH MY GOODNESS!!! This is SO SO deep. I hope this does well in the contest, Bill. Lovely write...albeit sad. Why do we mess everything up? Unless we are like little children....you know the rest. Good luck in the contest. Thanks for the clarification on the 5th. ;) Bill Lindsay September 17, 2015 at 2:45 PM Blessyer ;)