Infant Cries - Poem by Dennis Go
Infant cries, infant sorrow,
I wish I am of thee.
Simple pleasure in it I adore
Worldly visions abhor my misery.
Younger minds, youthful passions,
Dreams I had as a child:
All drew back at the sleight of a hand
To falter with another aging mile.
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