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Second Childhood

I am a child again 
I know no loss or gain 
Oft oblivious of pain
Till I  conscious regain. 

Do I wake or sleep, 
I see the stars weep
As they crackers peep,
Am I awake or asleep?

I giggle and lauugh at the sight 
Of rockets of music Fountains bright 
Alzmiers benumbs my plight 
Yet I have heavenly insight.

No need of ball or satchel 
My grandchildren play beetle 
Climates hot or cold lethal 
Our food comes from  hotel.


Thunder lightning and rain
Sounds of toppling towers reign
Sky is filled with smoke and sign
Of corpses and mutilated mein.

Tear glands are dried up
Once I fell to get up
With ease I sat up
Fell me, I'll not get up. 

I see my saviour's Rood
Crushing the Serpent's hood
With words of hope does He feed
Breaking not the bent Reed !

I go out in hood
My strength is not good 
Wobbles the ground I stood
Is it second childhood ?

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Date: 12/28/2023 12:48:00 AM
Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Welcome to Poetry Soup. I welcome you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.
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Date: 12/27/2023 6:15:00 AM
This poem beautifully encapsulates the journey through life's various stages, exploring the contrasts between the innocence of childhood and the complexities of aging. The simplicity of the language mirrors the uncomplicated perspective of a child, providing a stark contrast to the deeper reflections and observations of an older individual... Enjoyed your poem..
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Robert Samraj
Date: 12/27/2023 9:29:00 PM
Hi, Thanks for your comments. I respect and value your words of appreciation. Robert Sam Raj.

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