The innocence of a child, we can see it everyday while they run and play,
Close your eyes and think back, think hard to a place where once you were young.
Thinking as only a child may think and imagine the world as the perfect playground,
For the average, dreaming, child death is a lie, an imaginary story in a scary book.
Fairytales are a reality like living forever or as i did believe one hundred years was life,
As a young boy I would lay down on the sidewalk feeling the warmth of the sun,
Listening to the airplanes fly high in the sky with my eyes closed, pretending many things.
From a childs mind it is a world of magic, rainbows, and that anything is possible exists,
Energy of a different kind is possessed, energy that an adult one day can not again find.
From a childs mind most things are simple, reason or logic has no place in their magical space,
The innocence and magic of a child will suddenly disappear into the adult world where the
Reality of survival, racism, hatred, and war will soon take their long ago Innocence far away.
Keith Garrett
This poetry speaks to me 😉 Well stated. I do believe if we look for it and want a child’s perspective it is possible as an adult. Not common, but possible.
Thanks always for reading.
On Sun, Mar 23, 2014 at 10:49 AM, keithgarrettpoetry wrote:
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I was thinking about the innocence of my childhood, shattered by trauma yesterday. Let’s pray for little kids. They have it more tough, now a days, then days gone by. Great thoughts, Keith. Thanks for posting them.
Very nice. Indeed childhood was just like that and sadly for many of us we couldn’t provide the same kind of innocence for our own children because the changing times as hand. Blessings, Natalie 🙂
Thank you for reading
On Sun, Mar 23, 2014 at 5:53 PM, keithgarrettpoetry wrote:
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Aw, you can regain your essence buddy, I believe in you.
Thanks for reading. Did you like it.?
On Mon, Jun 30, 2014 at 3:48 PM, keithgarrettpoetry wrote:
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yeah, but I think it could use a line of hope in it, lol
Yah man, but try to inject some hope next time! haha
I loved being a child but you can’t be forever. I was thinking about how it was and what i thought about. I loved having hope and dreaming. i have left much behind. I have panic disorder and sometimes it doesn’t go down the way i’m trying to make it. I keep thinking and writing.
On Mon, Jun 30, 2014 at 9:33 PM, keithgarrettpoetry wrote:
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well, you are quite productive, every time I log in there’s more of your poems! haha
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