Childhood

Pure as the light of the sun we are born.

We learn, we play, we cry.

Factors of life that are parents have worn.

Situations get harder but still we try.

A foot taller is a responsibility longer.

We want just the fun but time we don't have as much.

Pressure is formed but tears make us stronger.

Ignorance makes us weak and we come off as such.

Capable of tending to oneself; a new chapter.

New choices new voices.

What's to be done is known but not what one's are after.

What's in one's head is only taken for noises.

Attention, friends, love.

It is all wanted and hard to maintain.

The troubles make some cry, some shove.

Family time helps some ease the pain.

Stress and tire bring new options.

Relief is offered for a moment.

Peers all have the same notions.

Its all done again for the enjoyment.

Some feel the guilt.
More problems are formed.
What life has one built?
Oh how one has transformed.


Where has one's innocence gone?
Gone to ill-measured fun.
Breathe, life will continue on.
Light as pure as the sun.