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A Child Once More (Free verse) by Quarton

Oh, to be a child once more, imagination free and allowed to soar. To laugh out loud, no facade to project, or other's truths to embrace or reject. To awaken each day with an open mind, life's myriad mysteries still to find. The future alive with promise and hope, no negative thoughts with which to cope. To view the world unburdened by sorrow, no cynicism clouding today or tomorrow. To see without preconception's shroud, away from the mindless, jostling crowd. Gone the concepts of intolerance and hate, unaware of judgment at hellsfire's gate. Vengeance and jealousy not yet conceived, life's essence love, both given and received. Oh, to be a child one more, no finalities knocking at the door. All things new and wondrous again, not even a poet's thoughts to pen.

Dovina 8-Jul-04/5:07 PM
Though quite touching in its meter and cozy reflection, some childhood recollections don't match up. For example, no "other's truths to embrace or reject," suggests I always agreed with my parents. And I had some "negative thoughts with which to cope." Sometimes I was not "unburdened by sorrow." Well, you get the point, and I'm getting yours - that adult life brings on an unwelcome complexity of worries. But maybe they're just more current.




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