R. L. Allen
Innocence - Poem by R. L. Allen
Gone is the innocence we owned a child,
days which were carefree – days we’d run wild.
Tents made from bed sheets with the wind fell down,
as we played in the trees which we hid from the town.
Gone is the innocence we all once had,
as we asked those questions that drove our parents mad.
Why is the sky blue? And the grass always green?
Why are some so lovely? And others so mean?
Gone is the innocence we long to regain,
That feeling of freedom we hoped we’d regain.
But we learn something new at the turn of each page,
Because with age comes experience, and with experience comes age.
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