Innocence Poem by Peter Tallis

O' what wisdom lies ahead such youthful existence,
Be it of use or little consequence,
Of application or of idol use.
To see for the first time all that will become familiar and mundane, with excited eyes.
Hear we not the sweetness of sound that will someday come to pierce our ears with distaste.
Of taste or touch that may forever lay sour to our buds and glands.
nable to relive those precious moments not yet lived and to take that solemn sleep never again to repeat.
O' such sorrow to experience with such warm embrace.