When I was a child
my eyes were filled
with a pure light
and I gazed with awe
at the beauty
and innocence
of the world, which
only a child can see.
But as I grew older
the dust and dirt
of humanity
dimmed my vision,
and I saw a world
grim and cruel
and terrifying,
rolling towards
an abyss
at the end of its
polluted path.
I like the contrast of the light and purity of childhood with the 'in your face' confrontation with the reality of adulthood. Blending the two realities together can be a great source of comfort and hope, because the world is always filled with both realities. The light and purity we find in childhood is not a 'give' in adulthood. It must be sought after and fought for. Through a personal relationship with Christ, I have found joy, assurance, and hope. Blessings. Curtis.
Quite true! If only I could see the world through the eyes of a child again. But innocence and the world of innocence is lost.
They're both true, Tan: the world is bigger than you often think, and bigger than you ever think. But this teen-age view says one or the other.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Light to dark. Beautiful comparisons.