I watch the children playing in the street
Sweet, innocent, full of energetic laughter,
Caring not about the political news beat
What November's wrong decisions bring after.
I love their unconcern for gender, creed or race
Or grand issues our society must face
Seldom aware of their own family's need
Nor thinking about another time or place.
They make the most of daylight hours
Playing with best friends and foes alike,
Bringing Mama bouquets of pretty wildflowers,
Riding around the neighborhood on a bike.
I wonder when they will come to realize
That life is more than laughter, fun and game
When taken seriously, at least, in their eyes
Childhood is gone and life is never the same.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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A beautiful poem that captures the innocence of children. How we wish we can turn back the hands of time and never worry what life could bring. Marvelous thoughts wonderfully versified.