Intellect Holding Childhood Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Intellect Holding Childhood



Walking through life, being curious, wondering like
a child.

Intellect still holding onto beauty and innocence,
the purity of childhood.

A grown-ups world still being seen in a detailed
innocence, wishing to never lose this quality in life.

Thinking it will never fade or disappear because in
sixty-four years it has not.

Monday, September 21, 2015
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