Stealing Bits and Pieces
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When I was a child
my world was new.
And in my youth
I knew not of conspiracy theories;
social injustice,
hatred, bigotry, or mistrust.
Unconcerned with the reality
others could see;
those things remained
invisible to me.
When I started school
full of pep and energy;
I gradually lost what I held to be
precious and irreplaceable.
Time stole the one thing
I could never regain;
my innocence.
And I felt its loss;
as I entered my teens.
Friends ridiculed me for how naive
I had been to believe
in Santa Claus, fairness, love,
and the overall goodness of people.
And so, time subsequently stole my trust;
replacing it with cynicism,
skepticism and self-interest.
As I age, time keeps
stealing bits and pieces of me;
and inevitably, it'll rob me of life itself.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2020
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