Once a Child
Comported I, with dignity,
The dreadful turn of years—
Forsaking though, simplicity,
In a trade of grief, and tears.
For once a child lived, you see,
Whom I came to kindly know—
One after all, a lot like me,
Albeit long ago.
Copyright © Kenneth R. Merrill | Year Posted 2020
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