The Joy Of Childhood Poem by Alexandrian Ink

Minds clean beyond a clean slate,
Look through our hearts if there's any sorrow
Which nature calls for, though it's our fate,
I speak of today and nay of tomorrow;
The joy which run through our blood
Ignite the essence of our childhood.

The joy which within us liger,
Is yet untattered by nature's rage
And like the little Cherubs we are,
Though besmirched our mired visage,
But our hearts bear the radiance of purity
Which with smile reflect our true beauty.

Even wild animals know, we know nothing,
And God so keeping us in His caring hands
We step on them, harmless our stepping.
At times play with them, ah! unwise minds
Tossing with such creature of a great peril;
Ay, purify is the greatest chain to bind devil.

If the wise men will but a while
Kill the pains which women cause,
Or vis-a-vis, by imitating our smile
To wash away those stings of remorse,
Then merry, they'll live many a year of fain
Because smile is a cure to every pain.

Mom, spear that my troublesome friend
Acquaint him of the love that children bear,
And requite not the flatters of my fiend.
But of one heinous crime must you not spear;
Extirpate hunger with your mighty sway,
For Its bites turns our joy to dismay.

Itz Ali Alexon
Jan.12-2018