Childhood... Poem by chad ant

They were so soft these days of my childhood
Where ever happy, carefree, without sorrow,
I passed my sweet life,
without thought for the morrow.
That was my knowledge that so many
should come in my mind to expand,
we don ' Science has no need,
when you live in the golden age
My heart is still tender and inexperienced,
do not know the darkness
Of Life by picking the flowers,
I do not feel the thorns,
And my childish caresses
were pure and without bitterness.
I thought, free from any punishment
That, in our vast universe,
all the evils out of Hades,
Had drawn their field?
We are far from happy times......yes we are....