Gone is the innocence.
And its meaning today,
Portrayed to make it sense.
Or argue over the benefit it has to value.
Looking for ways to remain vulnerable
Honorable and trusting...
Stays affixed in the minds of those,
Aging to grow older like fine wine.
Kept bottled in dreams romanced.
With last dance chances gone.
As time moves on.
Taking the innocence of it away.
And memories of days remembered,
Awakening to greet and welcome...
The freshness of its presence.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem