Through A Child's Eyes Poem by Shane Dickie

If I still saw life through a child's eyes,
People would still be people,
There would be no race; no rich nor poor,
No right or left wing, no ugly or
Beautiful - to be sure.
People would be all one mass of names and faces,
'Would you play with me'? Is the only question ever asked,
Sex is not learned yet; innocence intact.
The child still asks the simple questions, the basic truths
Why is then life so complicated?
At what point does it become confused?