Young, free, and innocent
Behaving as he has been taught with no resent,
A child never questions his existence.
For what matters to him is what he lives in the present.
The child’s future is sure.
But somehow cloudy and unclear
For what he can be is forced to be clear
The passion that drives him to life is better than what can see a seer.
So, the child grows, and he learns.
In all his flaws he never stops to dance.
But the fear to become someone is built within.
He is blamed for the mistakes and in his heart guilt builds-in.
The child tries to do his best.
Moment to moment his energy changes course
So willingly his folies we accept.
Time to time we can punish this force.
Right or wrong a child’s life is inconsistent.
Good and bad he does for no reason.
Give him no room for regrets, cherish his present.
Instruct and treasure him so he never thinks of treason.
Deep battles are fought in the child’s heart.
So, understand his cries,
If of the child’s future, you want to be part,
Wipe off the tears of the child’s eyes.
There’s no secret on the child face when he goes through his best memory.
It’s clearly seen on his face: the smile of a victory.
A child’s life is God’s grace: glorious and lovely.
No matter what the race: a child should be a cherished beauty.
By Benalem
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