Little Boy

Little boy sweet and shy,
what joy with wings to fly,
in innocent dreams up very high,
at your feet happiness does lie;

but what use, joy had yet unknown,
the memories fade  into oblivion,
you know no miseries,
all seem to be mysteries;

you made of pure innocence,
enlighten many by your presence,
you still blinded by ignorance,
teach us great lessons,

you’ll soon part your ways,
not  knowing ahead what lays,
if I’ve to choose my days,
I’ll choose my childhood rays.

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