Child's Play

by

Laura Beth Leither

A pleasure filled distortion
Is a child's sense of time
World of clever contortions
Blindly, they so freely climb

Viewing life as it won't end
Naive the young know no harm
Always trying to befriend
Never a feeling to disarm

Time passes; for them so slowly
Hours in days seem infinite
Ritual ways as they're holy
Playing their games over again

Growing up takes way too long
The world seems to be malformed
All is new; none can go wrong
Reality steals from the uninformed

Engulfed within fantasies
Saying whatever comes to mind
Letting their thoughts just run free
Unsculpted and so, unrefined

The children live in this world
Oblivious to all it has become
Wishing they could grab hold
Before they're forced to succomb

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from: La Crosse, WI, US

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