Innocence Lives
What innocence lives!
Found in her sweet face,
So pure, simple barely
A trace of knowledge,
her world is without cares,
Not yet jaded by its affairs,
Not disallusioned,
No broken heart to speak of,
No crushing disappointment
To experience like love,
A fresh slate to draw upon,
This is what is at stake,
Losts of time for future mistakes...
The little girl is skipping over the rope at her feet,
No trouble today,
She is dancing in the street,
Her hair is in tight curls,
Life is but a skip away,
Troubles not learned yet,
No tragedies to parlay,
World affairs mean nothing,
The rat-race is only the skip
Of her feet,
Innocence is still here,
Life for now is complete.
