Young Annie 'A Child' - Poem by Francis Duggan
She throws a wild flower in the river she says the flower will reach the sea
Young Annie has imagination of cynicism she is free
She looks at the World through a child's eyes her World is so different to ours
What to us are noxious weeds only to her are quite beautiful flowers.
Her best friend is Timmy her white pet rabbit she would not part with him for gold
Her mum gave him to her last September on her sixth birthday
Though a rabbit does quickly grow old
When he will pass away she will miss him and she will look back in future years
And recall her furry friend Timmy whose death caused her heartache and tears
Children make their own earthly Utopia their own imaginary World they create
They marvel at the wonders of Nature though time for them too does not wait
They quickly grow into young adults and they too become victims of time
And they will have lost their young innocence years before they even reach their prime.
Young Annie she has her pet rabbit and the World to her is a beautiful place
With wavy brown hair to her shoulders she always has a smile on her face
When I was her age I too was happy but the years have left me looking gray
And I've not grown wiser but cynical where she sees beauty I see decay.
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