Childhood: A poem

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It is in the formative years that there lies the answer 

Of beauty untrammeled and free of censure 

Memories that ground us as we mature 

Living innocence before wisdom is a veritable treasure 

For those that have been of these pleasures robbed 

Spend their entire lives with no joy in God 

That in not knowing love is the cruelest fate 

They live through the paces engendering hate 

Our age is full of impatience with childhood 

Technology and social media hasten the departure of all things good 

For pure happiness should be as smooth as uncut stone 

Because the varnish of worldly wisdom could leave you all alone 

Published by montecyril

Hi, I am Monte Cyril Rodrigues and live in Melbourne, Australia. I am a retired journalist. I have been diagnosed with schizophrenia. I've had voices and visions all my life. I think it is a spiritual experience, my doctors think otherwise. I am a deeply spiritual person and keep having experiences with otherworldly realms.

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  1. Nonte – this is so well written , so true so poignant .. happy for all tyhe love that i have had in my growing up years. Mum and Dad and all of you – it a so good

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